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his vampire self. Anton sighed heavily. Not to mention he was still neck deep in with the Devils and the cartel.
    He stood, brushed off the seat of his jeans, and headed for his truck. He still had a few days of R&R left. Now to figure out what the hell to do with them since entertaining Kimber wasn’t an option.
     
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    The warm summer breeze ruffled her hair and tickled her flesh. Kimber sat on the whitewashed front porch of her country style home, enjoying the early Sunday afternoon. Twin white rockers she had restored from her grandmother’s estate, flanked an oval, glass-topped, wicker table. The chairs were all Kimber had left of the gentle woman who had passed away nearly two years ago. Her grandmother had lived a pretty simple life. Some of Kimber’s fondest memories were of her sitting in one of the rockers while knitting scarves. She could remember rocking in them as a kid, eating homemade treats from her grandmother’s kitchen. When her mother had asked her what she wanted from the estate, it was a no-brainer for Kimber.
    The floorboards creaked as she slowly rocked, a glass of unsweetened tea in her hand. She couldn’t have asked for a better day to sit on her veranda and enjoy the quietude. Sundays had always been her favorite day of the week. Not only was it her one given day off from work, but it also meant dinner with her parents. Kimber hadn’t missed one of those meals since buying a place of her own.
    She had always been close to them, trying her best to fill the void left by her brother. Nick had left Oregon behind at the age of eighteen when he attended college in Ohio. Having gotten a job in Cleveland, he and his family made their home in Lakewood. He visited at Christmas time and, if they were lucky, a few days out of the summer. Kimber was a couple of years his senior, but he was already married with one child and another one on the way. Kimber was certain her mother wondered if they’d ever get grandchildren from her, but at twenty-eight, she had plenty of time to do the whole family thing.
    At least that’s what she had told herself. Daily in fact. Every time she looked in the mirror and found a new wrinkle had sprouted in the corner of her eyes or the laugh lines by her mouth seemed somehow deeper. She’d prefer to think she got them from having a happy life. Kimber tried to focus on the positives, rather than the negatives. To her, the glass was always half full. Her coworkers made her days go by quickly and never failed to make her laugh, and her job provided her with plenty of books to read. She had parents who loved her, and a house to call her own. Kimber had managed to make a good life for herself.
    Who was she to complain?
    Taking a pull from her tea glass, the liquid cooled her. There wasn’t much she lacked for in life. She worried her lower lip. Except for someone to share it with. She wanted the kind of relationship her parents had shared the last thirty-five years. Her father still opened doors for her mother, waited on her hand and foot. Having a man like her father would definitely be a welcomed addition. Not that she needed a man. No, she had done quite well without one. Although having one to come home to would certainly be nice, someone who could fill the second porch rocker.
    A year ago she had allowed herself to envision Anton filling that role. Wishful thinking. Kimber took another sip from her tea. A man like Anton would never settle for someone like her. Women no doubt clamored for his attention. Women with a lot more experience between the sheets and a hell of a lot more exciting than her.
    A frown turned down her lips.
    She hoped she hadn’t embarrassed herself the one night she foolishly allowed the notion he might be interested in someone like her. She was a librarian, for heaven’s sakes. Head librarian , she reminded herself. How much more lame could she get in his eyes?
    Apparently, not as lame as she might think. She hadn’t mistaken his erection