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put my kids in danger of
becoming true orphans. There's no way I was drunk. But I didn't mean to do
that. It was just the night I guess. You'd been so sweet to me. And no man's
paid me any attention in forever. And you carried me across that parking lot.
And you looked so sexy in that tux. I guess I lost my mind for a minute there.
I'm so sorry." It had all spilled out of her in nearly one breath. And she
was wringing her hands, actually wringing her hands with anxiety.
    Then a new
thought dawned. She thought that she'd kissed him. Wow.
    "Well,
aren't you going to say anything?" She looked so worried.
    He reached out
to comfort her, taking both her arms in his hands. "Cara ... hang on a
minute."
    He tried to sift
through all that she'd said, but she'd said it so fast he couldn't process it.
At least not while she was standing there waiting on him to say something
intelligent. He drew a deep breath.
    "Wow.
Okay." He dropped his hands from her arms and wiped his sweaty palms on
his jeans, then stuffed his hands in his back pockets. He couldn't remember the
last time he felt this nervous, but it had been a hell of a long time ago, that
much he knew. "Okay, so I was dreading coming over here today to tell you
I was sorry for kissing you ." He let that dangle there for a minute
for her consideration.
    Sure enough. It
flummoxed her. "Oh," she said, then blinked a couple of times and
looked away.
    "Yeah."
It was all he could think of to say.
    She grimaced.
"Well, this is awkward."
    "Oh,
yeah," he said, nodding. The silence stretched for longer than was
comfortable. Okay, time for him to man up. "Listen, Cara ... it was me. I
knew you were going to kiss my cheek. You always kiss me on the cheek. But all
that same stuff applied to me, too. I'm not gonna lie. You looked like a
million bucks and felt so good in my arms when I carried you. It was too much
temptation."
    She shoved her
own hands in her back pockets, too, and nodded.
    "And we've
both been lonely for a while now," he said.
    "You got
that right."
    "We lost
our heads for a minute, okay? No big deal."
    She nodded
again. "Right. I agree, Greg." One hand came up to ride her chest
near the notch in her neck and she let her dammed up breath out in a long sigh.
"Wow. I'm glad that's behind us."
    "Is it then?"
he asked, wanting to be sure. Wanting to make things right between them.
    She waved a hand
dismissively. "Oh, sure. I'm fine," she said. "Are you
fine?" she asked, almost an afterthought.
    "Yeah. I'm
good," he said, then gave her one of those awkward sideways,
shoulder-to-shoulder hugs. No way he was going to feel those breasts shoved up
against his chest again anytime soon.
    "Good,"
she said. And he could tell she was relieved. "Thank you for taking Ryan.
That's a long trip you saved me."
    "No sweat.
I need to see what O.U. has up their athletic sleeve anyway. Won't hurt to
scout things out while I'm up there. And I'm stopping back by Fort Worth
tomorrow to see my old college bud, Rand Hamilton. Haven't seen him in like
three years.  It's all good."
    "Oh,
wow...I remember Rand. I didn't know you guys even talked anymore.  I'm
glad you're stopping by to see him."
    "Yeah,
it'll be good to reconnect." He moved toward the door and put his
sunglasses back on. "Talk to you when I get home, okay?"
    "Sure.
Y'all be careful." She hugged herself with both arms, and he felt like a
heel again because he should have been able to do that. She probably needed a
good hug as she was sending both her kids off for summer activities.
    "Hey, and
don't forget you owe me a class reunion. It's next weekend."
    He looked at her
over his aviators and frowned. "How could I forget? It's our fortieth
birthday. Remember?"
    "Yes, I
remember. Just wanted to make sure you did, too."
    He gave her the
thumbs up and headed out the door.
     He walked
to the truck with a head full of new knowledge, but there was little time to
process any of it. He had Ryan's ass to kick all the way to Norman,
figuratively, of