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women, we were never going to find the perfect one. The one who made your dick hard as soon as she stepped into a room; the one who brought light to this fucked-up world; the one who loved you for who you were and who you wanted to be. I refused to believe that the only option was to end up with a woman like Marci to call my own. No, there was another option out there, and I knew exactly where to find her.
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    Freshly dressed in clean clothing, I made my way back over to the laundromat, hoping I could still catch Clover before she walked home alone. It was later than I’d intended, but hopefully I could catch her on the road to her house before she got too far ahead.
    As soon as I pulled up in front of Fosters’, I could see the closed for business sign, but I could still see them working in the back through the front glass of the store. Taking a quick look at my phone, I saw it was well after six thirty, which meant they’d been working longer hours today. I parked my truck and stepped down. Making my way to the front and spotting Mr. Foster, I decided to knock on the glass. Mr. Foster made his way over to the door to open it for me with a huge smile on his face, shaking his head in disbelief.
    “Well, hello there, Range. Fancy seeing you here again. How can I help you, son?”
    Seeing me again? When did he see me the first time? He must mean when I walked Clover to the door this morning.
    “Hello, Mr. Foster. I was hoping to catch Clover before she got off work. Is she still here by any chance?”
    “Why, yes. She is, as a matter of fact. We had a huge truffle order come in for delivery tomorrow and are just finishing up. I’ll just go in the back and get her.”
    The old man took off toward the back of the store, which gave me time to look around their shop. I’d been inside Fosters’ a few times since I bought the laundromat. Normally, I would just stop in and say a quick hello, considering we were technically work neighbors. It was good business to be friendly with the other businesses in the area in case something went wrong and I was needed in a hurry but couldn’t get here fast enough.
    This place smelled like a chocolate lover’s wet dream. Any kind of chocolate you could ever want was displayed on the shelves. No wonder Clover had smelled so good when I almost flipped her over today. Just thinking about her smell and the way she felt in my arms this morning was giving me a hard-on of epic proportions. Jesus Christ, I needed to control that shit before she came out from the back.
    “Uh, hey, Range. What are you doing here?”
    I turned around and holy shit, I couldn’t help myself. I howled with a laugh so intense I was doubled over, holding my stomach, trying to get a damn grip on myself. Standing there in all her glory was Clover, wearing a brown hair net that was stretched across her forehead, and an apron with chocolate smeared across it in all different directions. She even had chocolate on her cheeks, which just made we want to run over to her and lick it off. She looked so damn sexy standing there in all her chocolate glory without any idea what she was doing to me.
    I finally got my shit together long enough to look at her and what I saw nearly made me fall to my knees. Clover was looking at the ground, wringing her hands in front of her, shoulders slumped in defeat at my fucked-up outburst. Shit, I had to do something and quick.
    “I’m sorry, baby, you just look so damn cute standing there like a big giant candy bar. I just want to eat you like one.”
    My being truthful seemed to have snapped her out of the slump I’d put her in, thank god. She gave me a weak smile.
    “What are you doing here, Range? Did I hurt your back or something and you need my insurance card? I have it in my purse. I can get it for you.”
    “No, baby, I came to drive you home. I thought about you walking home alone in the dark and that shit just didn’t sit right with me, so here I am.”
    “Oh, well, that’s