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brother, yes. Both live in Dallas.”
    “And your father?”
    Sam shook his head. “Left when we were young. I don’t know where he is.”
    “What does your brother do?”
    Sam finished the last bit of his sandwich and wiped his hands before responding. “He’s a mechanic.”
    Kathryn wanted to keep the conversation light. “Cool. Free car repair.”
    “I guess, except I haven’t been back to Dallas for years.” Kathryn was about to ask why when Sam got up with the empty basket his sandwich was in. “Do you want me to throw yours out for you?”
    It was clear that he was trying to change the subject, and Kathryn respected it. She ate the last bit of her sandwich. “Sure. Thanks.” They gathered the rest of their items and headed out the door.
    Kathryn knew that she couldn't play the good girl role any longer. It was killing her. So when Sam drove up in front of her apartment, she invited him in. He cheerfully accepted.
    The bright, yellow spring sunlight shone in through the windows Kathryn had left open, and the soft breeze made the blinds rattle rhythmically. Before leaving for the day, she had made sure that her apartment looked as close to Architectural Digest as she could make it on a professor’s salary. She was hoping that for the first time, Sam would see more of it. She had vacuumed the floor and killed the dust bunnies collecting in the corners. She had dusted the tops of every surface, including the tv screen. She had made sure that everything was in its place, and she had even purchased a bouquet of daffodils. They were sitting sunnily in a vase on the table in front of the couch. She had, of course, changed the sheets on the bed so that they were crisp, fresh, and inviting. She had also scrubbed the bathroom and the kitchen. She had been up since 7:00 in the morning trying to get everything ready, so when they walked in the front door, everything was perfect.
    “Would you like something to drink?” She asked Sam after closing the door. “A beer maybe?”
    “Sure, that would be nice.” Kathryn gestured to the couch, and Sam sat down as she headed into the kitchen. She grabbed two ice cold Heinekens from the refrigerator, opening them on the way back into the living room.
    “Cheers.” They clicked bottles, and both took long drinks.
    Sam put the beer down on the table in front of the couch. He looked at her thoughtfully. “I really had a great time playing basketball with you. You’re quite a surprising woman.”
    Kathryn’s face grew warm at the intensity of his compliment. “That’s me. Full of surprises.”
    “Hmm. I’m sure,” Sam said softly. He then plucked the bottle out of Kathryn’s hand and set it down on the table. She watched him in anticipation of what he was going to do next. He stretched his arm over the back of the couch and drew her close to him. “Come here,” he murmured. With that, he kissed her—first slowly, his tongue teasing hers, then more aggressively, his delicious lips devouring her own.
    Kathryn had been planning for this moment all day, so she knew that she was not going to hold back. Her hands went directly to his lap, and the warm feeling between her own legs grew as she felt him stiffening. Sam groaned softly at her touch. It was a powerful, sensual sound, and Kathryn wanted to hear more. He deftly slipped his hands up the back of her shirt and unhooked her bra with one quick snap. Kathryn put her own hands up his shirt to read what was written there. When Sam’s large, warm hands cupped her small, firm breasts, she let out a groan of her own. She then knew that the couch just would not do.
    “Bedroom,” she whispered. Sam stopped kissing her long enough to allow himself to be led down the hall. Once in the bedroom, it was an undressing free-for-all. Shoes were discarded, shirts were thrown across the room, and pants were slipped off. Kathryn quickly removed her unhooked bra and her panties and threw back the covers on the bed. When she turned back