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came into sharp focus. His cock ached for her kind of lovin’.
    “ All right. Thinking about her right now is bad unless I want to go home and jack off with her on my mind again.”
    The long dirt driveway to his house came into view. The two story ranch style house, with its wraparound porch was home. He thanked his lucky stars every day for his ex-wife’s hatred of the place. It kept her from taking it in their divorce.
    He parked his truck to the left side and climbed out of the cab. The dry hot air of the Montana night washed across his skin and ruffled the slight curl of his hair near his neck. The inky blackness of the sky gave him the perfect view of the stars. Nothing could compare to the Montana sky at night. One lone shooting star zipped across the black canvas and disappeared into the dark horizon. Coyotes yipped in the distance. Cattle bawled to each other in an answering call to their young. Winter would be upon them before they knew it and the long days of checking cattle, making sure they had feed and keeping the water from icing over, stretched into oblivion. Snow season here meant more work.
    Why the hell did I ever decide to be a rancher? “Because it’s in your blood and your heart,” he said knowing the answer before he had even thought the question. He’d tried to do something different when he went off to college and got a degree in architecture, but the wide open plains and the jagged mountain ranges, called him home shortly after graduation. The hopes and dreams of a young married man with his beautiful wife in tow, rested in the pastures of his home.
    The moment Judy saw the place, she despised it. He managed to convince her to give it a shot for a year, hoping she would fall in love with the house and the land. She hadn’t. The only good thing to come of her move to Montana, in her eyes, came from her friendship and subsequent love affair with Cade’s wife, Cynthia.
    Kale walked inside the house and shut the door behind him. Silence met his ears. The same silence crept in on him every night of every day of the week and he hated it. He stopped at the stereo system against the wall and flipped on the radio. Any noise would do right now.
    “ I should have taken the brunette at the bar up on her offer to go home with me. I'd rather it be Laurel here, but hell, this alone shit is gettin' old,” he grumbled moving toward the kitchen for a beer from the fridge. “At least I would be getting laid right now instead of sittin’ here drinking alone.” With a twist of his wrist, he popped off the cap and tipped the bottle to his lips. Cold, malty liquid slid down his throat and quenched the dryness.
    He took a seat on the leather couch, grabbed the remote, and flipped on the television. Channel after channel yielded nothing but old movies, news, or boring sitcoms. The radio in the background wanted to play country tunes about being alone or losing the one you loved.
    Kale toed off his boots and stretched out on the couch. A crinkling sound caught his attention and he pulled the folded piece of paper out of his pocket. Staring at the bold numbers and the pair of lips dangling from the five, he wondered if it was her home number or her cell. He smiled and ran his thumb over the drawing, thinking about her tempting full lips, her sparkling blue eyes and the full head of red hair cascading down her back like it was at the bar the other night. It wasn’t flaming red or orange like some red-heads he’d seen. Nope. Laurel’s hair looked soft and alive with every movement she made—every strand caught the light and reflected it back in a brilliance of strawberry and gold. His fingers itched like crazy to run through her tresses and wrap his hands in them while she sucked his cock deep into her mouth.
    Unable to stop himself, he grabbed his cell and dialed the number.
    “ Hello?” The sleepy murmur coming over the phone didn’t sound like Laurel at all.
    “ I’m sorry. I think I have the wrong