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groceries hostage?”
    Jacob grinned. “Don’t worry. They won’t be harmed as long as you show up.” He watched several emotions play across her face as he waited for her to answer. Lorna would never win in any poker matches in his opinion.
    “Okay, but make it six thirty. I have to go home and shower first.”
    She walked off before Jacob could respond. He watched her hips sway and the rounded cheeks of her ass bounce a little with each step she took. Groaning, Jacob got into his truck and started toward home. He still had several hours to get everything ready, but he had a feeling he was going to have to take care of the hard-on currently tenting his pants before he could even begin to function.

Chapter 5
     
    What the hell was I thinking? Lorna grabbed the brush she used to clean the grease from under her fingernails as she stood under the hot water. She felt sick to her stomach and knew it was her nerves getting the best of her. Jacob was the first man who seemed to be truly interested in her. He knew nothing about her supposed reputation. He wasn’t just asking her out just to get into her pants and she had no idea how to handle that. If he had been only after sex, she would have been able to handle the situation with no problem.
    Lorna had plenty of practice putting the guys in town in their place. In high school, not only was she known as a slut, but when guys realized she wouldn’t put out, she became a frigid bitch. How she could be both a slut and frigid at the same time, Lorna had no idea. She stopped wondering how the backwoods locals thought a long time ago.
    Once she was done cleaning her nails the best she could, Lorna quickly washed and got out of the shower. She ran her hand across the mirror to clear the fog and stared at herself. She knew she wouldn’t win any beauty pageants, but thanks to having a black father and white mother, her skin was a soft caramel color most women would kill to have. She had plenty of women tell her they spent thousands of dollars on tanning beds or spent countless hours out in the sun in an effort to achieve the perfect tan she naturally had.
    Lorna kept her black hair short because of her job, but she liked to think the cut was cute. She stared into the mirror at her hazel eyes and wondered if Jacob saw the same things she did. Did he think her breasts were too large or that she was fat? She wasn’t a size two, but Lorna had never been uncomfortable about her weight. She didn’t go out of her way to starve herself or diet. When she was hungry, she ate. When she wanted ice cream or something sweet, she didn’t deny herself.
    “If he doesn’t like it, then screw him.” Lorna turned away from the mirror before she saw the lie on her face. For some reason, she cared what Jacob thought. There was something about him that she couldn’t quite figure out. He was different from any guy she had ever met and for the first time, it mattered whether he liked her or not.
    “I wish you were here, Uncle John. Maybe you could make some sense of all of this.” Lorna wiped away the tears that trailed down her cheeks. It was times like this that she could really use his advice. She could almost imagine his gruff voice in her ear as he put his arm over her shoulder like he always did. He was the only one she had ever allowed to show her any affection. She wouldn’t even let her own mother hug her. Right now, she really wished she had his comfort.
    Taking a deep breath, Lorna headed to her closet. She looked at all her clothes and shook her head at the selections there. She didn’t think she had anything that didn’t have at least one grease stain on it. It was a bad habit of hers to wipe her hands against her clothes while she worked. It was to the point now that she did it without even thinking, no matter if she was wearing what she considered work clothes or not. Over the years, everything she owned somehow wound up as work clothes.
    Lorna winced. She didn’t want Jacob to