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    Bennett’s eyes twinkled. “I can see my reputation precedes me.”
    We’d grown up in a small town about thirty minutes outside of Kilgore, TX . However, we’d gone to Gladewater while Bennett had attended Kilgore ISD.
    We were very loyal to our school, hanging out with our own , but everyone had heard about the incident involving the fake rape victim. Even me, and I’d been half way around the world. That’d been the topic of many letters back and forth to Georgia while I was overseas. It’d rocked our small town then, was still doing so six years later.
    Years ago, the incident had spread like wildfire through our schools.
    A girl had been raped, and her boyfriend, Bennett Alvarez, had let it be known far and wide that retaliation would be coming to those who’d done it.
    Well, weeks went by and nobody ever heard another thing about it until, one day, it became known that Corrinne had lied about being raped and had actually been an accomplice in the entire charade.
    Bennett had later learned that he’d gotten the girl pregnant, and they’d had a lengthy battle for custody that had continued even after the he had gone into the Navy.
    Bennett was awarded custody of his child, against all odds, thanks to his family’s help. Georgia had told me that she’d secretly been rooting for Bennett at the time of the incident and was glad that Bennett and I had become such good friends.
    It was always interesting to see Corinne, which didn’t happen much, but it did happen.
    “I can’t say that I haven’t heard your name come up in a couple stories before today. But, anyway, I just wanted to see if I could borrow your truck, Nico, for a teeny tiny minute,” she said, eyes twinkling.
    I blinked. “Sure. But why?”
    She grimaced. “I need a fridge.”
    I plucked the keys out of my pocket and handed them over. “Just don’t hit anything with it. It’s brand new.”
    She stuck her tongue out at me. “That was one time!”
    I grinned. “One time too many, Pequeña.”
    She glared at me, and I didn’t hold back the urge to laugh this time.
    “What?” I asked innocently.
    “To normal sized people, I’m normal sized,” she grumbled and walked out.
    Her ass looked fantastic in those pants, too.
    “What’d you call her?” Bennett asked, wondering why she had such a reaction.
    “Little one. She doesn’t like being referred to as small. It was a major point of contention when we were younger. She’s got a major ‘anything you can do , I can do better’ complex,” I explained as I headed out behind her.
    “I can’t believe you just handed over the keys to your truck,” Bennett said, following me.
    I wouldn’t have given it to anyone but her. Not even my own mother.
    Georgia had always been different, though. If she asked for the shirt off my back, or the boots on my feet, they’d be hers.
    We watched as she walked out to the parking lot and walked directly to my truck, a new F-150 that cost me a pretty penny.
    It was lifted and sitting on thirty five inch tires, and it amused the shit out of me as she hopped on one foot a couple of times to launch herself into the front seat.
    “I really thought those pants might rip,” Bennett murmured under his breath.
    I looked over at him and glared. “Keep your shit to yourself. She’s mine.”
    Bennett leered at me. “I don’t see a ring on her finger.”
    I punched him in the shoulder. “She doesn’t need a ring. She’s been mine since the moment we saw each other thirteen years ago.”
    He looked at me closely before saying, “You’re serious.”
    I nodded. I was being serious. Very serious.
    I’d given her the time she needed, and had taken the time I needed.
    Not a day went by that I didn’t think about her.
    The sad thing was that even if I was with another woman, I was thinking about her. Whether it’d feel like that between her thighs. Whether she’d have the same reactions. I even closed my eyes and envisioned her when