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looked up from where his tight pants bunched in an impressive bulge and our gazes met.
    He had doe eyes and a crooked grin. My mouth went dry, and I tried to look away, but failed on the first try. Normally, the attention of a handsome male lifted a crappy mood, but not today. Today, I just wanted solitude. Dealing with my overbearing father was stress enough.
    I was never much of a punk fan, but something about my unexpected guest intrigued me. Still, he seemed to spell trouble, so I forced myself to stare at my shoes instead.
    He sat close beside me. I kept focusing on my shoes, hoping if I ignored him long enough he’d go away. Instead, he stretched his legs out, propped one black, three-inch platform on top of the other, and slid a cigarette from a pack tucked in his jacket pocket.
    After lighting up, he nudged me with an elbow. “Want a puff?”
    “ I don’t smoke cancer sticks.” From my peripheral, I saw him grin again.
    “ This ain’t a cigarette.” He took another long drag. “What, you don’t recognize a spliff when you see it?”
    I wrinkled my nose, gave him a quick glance. “I’ve never touched marijuana, thank you.”
    This earned me sexy laughter. The guy threw his head back and gutted himself. I felt like a kid back on the playground, and I edged away slightly.
    He reached out, gently patted my shoulder then gave it a squeeze. “Hey, sorry, pal. Just teasing you. No harm meant.”
    I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. Tried to be offended by his closeness, his carefree attitude, rather than turned on by it. But something made me edge back toward him, brush my knee against his.
    Taking a deep breath, I looked into his eyes once more. They were dark golden brown. My throat tightened and I had to focus on breathing. His stare was bold, held no fear, and I got lost in it.
    “ What the hell.” My voice cracked. “Give me a drag.”
    As I reached for the joint, my fingers shook. His hand brushed over mine, and his rough calluses raised the tiny hairs on my knuckles. He took his time pulling away, which made me cough on the spicy smoke I held in my lungs. His grin returned when we touched a second time, as I handed the spliff back.
    Annoyed by my reaction, I scowled, speaking harsher than I meant to: “Got a name?”
    His smirk remained. “Jack.” He held out his palm, and those golden eyes shimmered.
    Swallowing hard, I ignored his offer this time. “I’m James.”
    This bastard knew he was getting to me. It was clear in his confident attitude. In the way he stayed close, as if daring me to tell him to move off. “Nice to meet you, James. What brings you into the alley this afternoon?”
    Did he just waggle an eyebrow at me?  I thought, wondering if he’d mistaken me for a hopeful trick. “Avoidance.” I moved an inch away. Hey, it had been a while, but I’d never pay for sex. Maybe I wasn’t GQ cover, but I knew I was handsome enough to get it for free.
    He scoffed at my discomfort. “I’m not asking because I’m selling. Just general interest.” He shrugged. “Being friendly. What’re you avoiding?”
    I let my hackles down, gave him a small smile. “My father. We haven’t talked in six years. But my sister got married today. Though I hate him, I love her. So here I am.”
    He rested an arm across my shoulders. I almost tensed from the touch, but then he massaged the stiff muscles on one side of my neck. “Parents,” he said. “They can be a pain in the ass.”
    Sighing, I relaxed in spite of my apprehension. “That feels good. Thank you.” I let my muscles melt beneath his fingertips. My head tilted back and I closed my eyes.
    As my lips parted slightly, a hot, wet tongue glided between them. At first I tensed, but Jack cradled my head with one hand, urging me deeper into his kiss. His other hand stroked and kneaded my torso through my dress shirt.
    I reached up and buried fingers in his hair. My tongue entwined with his, then I sucked on his bottom lip. He gave