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with him to spite Brent. And who knew if indeed it’d even upset the infuriating man. For all she knew, he was out right now with some chick, showing her a good time. For all she knew, he’d forgotten all about her. Her cheeks warmed with the idea, and an unsettled feeling twisted inside her. How had she gotten so entangled with the former high school quarterback?
    She shook her head, pouring a healthy dose of red wine into her glass, then taking a long swig. She’d been drinking a lot of wine lately. After-wine headaches were the worst.
    “Damn it.” She carried the glass and bottle back to the kitchen, deciding a stroll around the neighborhood in the fresh air would be healthier.
    The sunny day eased her anxiety some as she waved at neighbors she’d never talked to. Everyone seemed to be out, enjoying the warming weather. Days like this made her wish she was more extroverted. Having a group of friends to hang out with and vent to, sounded like heaven, but at the same time she knew she couldn’t have shared her frustrations over Brent that easily. Yeah, he spanked me, kissed me, made me orgasm in the park, but I have no idea what we are. She seemed a fool when she tried to look at it from the outside. And looking a fool didn’t sit well.
    Tippy stopped by a coffee shop, and grabbed a Frappuccino before heading home. When she turned onto her block, she saw a police cruiser sitting outside her home. Her heart lurched. Be cool, Tippy. Don’t get sucked any further into this game he’s playing with you. But when she saw a tall figure walk away from her home and pause by the cruiser, facing her direction, it took all of her self-control not to break into a run. She lifted her hand in a wave, and the figure waved back. She casually sipped her Frappuccino, pretending she wasn’t suddenly speed walking.
    Brent walked toward her, meeting her halfway. “Hey,” he said.
    She grinned, and sipped her drink, making a show of her trembling casualness.
    “Hey yourself,” she said after swallowing the now tasteless beverage. Neighbors gave her curious looks as a police officer escorted her back to her house.
    “I came by to see if you were free this Saturday.”
    Tippy filled her lungs with air, wanting more than anything to blurt out a big yes . But she’d made plans with Jason, so tough cookies Mr. Can’t Make Up His Mind.
    “I have plans,” she said.
    They turned up her driveway, and paused outside her door. She didn’t miss the annoyed slant to his eyebrows.
    “Plans you can’t break?” he asked.
    “Nope, sorry.” She couldn’t meet his eyes, so she stared at her cup.
    He placed a hand on the doorframe next to her head, blocking her in. A possessive move. One that left her heart palpating, and her knees weak. “Liar,” he said.
    She stood her ground, she would not be at his beck and call whenever he wanted. She forced her eyes to his. They glittered in the sunlight, and his lips were drawn into a tight line.
    “Look,” she pressed on. “I’m not going to break my plans, just because you show up unannounced.”
    He growled low in his throat, and she gasped at the erotic sound. “I bought two tickets for a local concert.”
    “Would you want me dumping you if some other guy showed up at my door?” she asked, her ire rising.
    His eyebrows shot up. “So you’re going out with another man?”
    “And why not? You haven’t made any kind of claim.”
    His hand shot out, his fingers shoving between her thighs. Shocked, the cup dropped to the ground, the coffee drink splattering all over their pants. He pressed against her, and she prayed her neighbors across the street weren’t watching.
    “Then I’m making my claim now,” he said, rubbing her clit through her pants. “Dump this guy tonight.”
    She swam in sensation as a tight ache pooled low in her belly. She wanted to come, but it’d come with a price. “No,” she said, reaching down and pushing his hand away. “I made a commitment for Saturday.