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I'm scared to have babies. Not because of the pain. That's the last of my worries, and pain fades, but what if I'm a sucky mom? Do you worry about stuff like that with Travis?
You know, my brother says you're not supposed to ask for a virgin, because there aren't any. He's been staying with me and he doesn't know I've been writing you but he saw your ad. It's a long story.
This may sound stupid, but I'm gonna be really honest. I think part of the reason I'm still a virgin is because I hate doing stuff I don't know how to do. Obviously, I do, or I wouldn't know how to drive. But I hate looking foolish and that really awkward, I-have-no-idea-what-I'm-doing, feeling.
That's probably why I can't dance, either.
    Zack snorted but kept on reading, hoping his laughter didn't wake Travis up. At the same time, he filed away the latest scraps of information she'd given him.
I know how you have sex. I did grow up on a ranch, and I've fooled around some, and of course, there's TV, but it's not the same. I don't know what to expect.
    And she wanted him to fill her in. He'd rather do it in person. Despite all their emails, she was a tough nut to crack . She couldn't dance. And she cried quiet. Which meant she didn't want anyone seeing her when she felt weak or she didn't like showing emotion. She was proud—and strong. Simple, or maybe down to earth was a better way to describe her, but just as, or more, complex than any woman he'd ever known.
    Before he could even begin to mentally construct some sort of reply, footsteps on the front porch caught his attention. Whoever it was wouldn't bother knocking. He closed Hope's email and clicked on an old one from Kate, then spun around in his chair, expecting one of his brothers, but it was his dad who stepped through the door.
    "You're out awful late."
    "Couldn't sleep, wanted a cigar and saw your light." His dad pulled two cigars from an inside coat pocket with a smile that creased his weather-beaten face and lit up his deep blue eyes.
    Momma refused to let him smoke anywhere but in his study, and sometimes the old man just didn't want to smoke alone.
    "Come on in then." With a nod, Zack led the way through to the kitchen. He grabbed the ashtray and a lighter he kept stored above the dryer, got the bottle of Dewars and two highball glasses out of the cabinet.
    They sipped and puffed a while in easy silence and, for a minute, Zack even considered telling his dad about Hope. Then thought better of it. He'd hate to say something, and then have things fizzle out with her. And while he didn't know how his dad would feel about him meeting a woman on the internet, he knew how his mom would react. They hadn't gotten along since he'd come home with Travis. She'd never understand about Hope. Just like Aunt Susie, she wanted him to settle down, but for different reasons. Sure she wanted him to be happy—but with a girl from a nice family.
    "Thought I should check on you," his dad murmured, watching him over the rim of his glass.
    So there had been a purpose to this visit. "I'm fine."
    "You're keeping too much to yourself. Even your Momma noticed."
    "I've just got a lot on my mind and a lot of work to do."
    "Your Aunt Susie says she's been trying to fix you up with that nice Beth Anne at the bar, but you won't have any of it."
    He kept his eyes on the smoky amber liquid in his glass. "She's not my type."
    "She's pretty, she's got kids, she's a hard worker. What's not to like?"
    "She's not my type, and I told Aunt Susie that already." He leaned back in his chair and frowned over at his father. "She's just not—I don't like blondes. I like brunettes." With pale blue eyes and dimples.
    "Then find yourself a brunette to go out with, but for crying out loud, Zachary, do something!"
    He studied his father for a long, heavy minute, wondering where this was coming from. "Why? Why do I have to do something? Maybe I'm fine with how things are."
    "When's the last time you went