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bargained for.
    “Don’t look at me like that, Marienna. I have to go. I don’t have another condom. There’s a drugstore down the street. I’ll be right back.”
    “Oh,” she sighed. He’s coming back. “Okay.”
    He put one knee on the bed and reached for the sheet in her hand. “And don’t hide from me.” He bared her, his gaze roaming freely. “Ever. I’ll be back in about ten minutes. I expect to find you right here, naked and wet. Got it?”
    “No problem, Papi.”
    He grinned, then he crawled up to completely cover her. “One more kiss.”
    That one kiss turned into five minutes of tongue tangling, and Mari still didn’t want to let him go. Just as she considered telling him to forget the condoms, he backed away.
    “Remember what I said. Naked and wet. I’m going to be walking through the drugstore with a hard-on.”
    She laughed, then lay on one elbow, trailing the other down to tickle her wet folds. “Hurry.”
    He moaned and made it halfway to the door before turning around to retrieve his rifle.
    “Don’t come without me.”

Chapter Three
    Mari cut herself a slice of gooey caramel cake and, just for good measure, gave it a liberal shot of caramel ice cream topping. She’d dressed in her short pajama set an hour ago. That was after the first hour of lying spread eagle on her bed teasing herself. Once it got dark enough that she had to leave the bed to turn on the overhead light, she realized he wasn’t coming back.
    “It doesn’t matter,” she told Chester. “It was a good little fantasy.” She shouldn’t let Chester on the table, but he was just too cute, and she needed the company. She pinched off a piece of the moist cake and laid it by his front paws. Mari licked the sticky caramel from her fingers. “Better than a date with Bob, right?”
    Chester looked at her, then returned his attention to the cake. He didn’t understand. How could he? She barely understood the evening herself.
    “It’s not like I expected him to move in or anything.” She pointed her fork at her cat. “Just because we had a great time in the sack, that doesn’t mean he’s my soul mate.”
    Yes, this was the sour-grapes approach, but it worked for her. If only he hadn’t made it sound like he really was coming back. But he’d been careful to clear out everything that belonged to him. All that was left was the used condom and wrapper in the trash can. Otherwise she might be able to convince herself she’d imagined the whole thing. He could have been honest and said, “Thank you, ma’am”.
    “He even took his shirt.” Mari snorted. She squirted more caramel topping on her cake, then added some to Chester’s crumbs. “I liked that shirt.”
    The cake was good. Still a little warm. Serves him right . She smashed her fork onto one chunk. The crumbs oozed between the tines.
    He’d said screw the cake . She snorted again.
    Chester lifted his head and licked his lips. It was good to have someone on her side.
    She poked at the cake. Was it a dream? It started out with her lying in the middle of her bed, and that’s where it ended. Had she shut her eyes and dreamed the whole thing? Hell, if so, she had a great imagination.
    And he’d changed her mind about cops. Maybe they weren’t all power hungry assholes. Marc had put her pleasure first, something an arrogant authoritarian never would. He was tender and demanding at the same time. Maybe her mother was on to something.
    Her heart pounded at the memory. She couldn’t help but grin. Who needed him? She could relive the whole experience with Bob. She could use this memory for the rest of her life. It’s not like she would forget the texture of his chest hair. Or the spicy musk of his cologne. Most of her friends had their own little one night flings. This wasn’t that different.
    Yes, a nice little memory to keep her warm on lonely nights. Wasn’t that just what she needed?
    Yes. Exactly. She put the rest of the cake under a plastic bowl and