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of him with his middle name . T hat made a cool name doubly cool , and thus we freq uently referred to him as such in spoken conversations.
    Like now.
    “Well yeah, but he isn’t and whatever,” I said. “Helping Grams out is just a cool
     thing for him to do. Now Grams can pocket Dad’s yard money and blow it on mah jongg.”
    “She’s got an extra twenty bucks to bet, she’s going to own half the town. My Gram says she’s kills at mah jongg.”
    I blinked at my wool. “She tells me she’s always losing.”
    I could hear KC’s laughter in her next words, “She lies.”
    I then heard a car approach and I looked from my wool to the drive.
    I lived in a wooded area about a five-minute drive from town that looked half-Colorado,
     half-someplace else. This was because my Dad planted a bunch of trees all around , so we had conifers, we had aspen and we had everything else under the sun that would
     take in the arid climate. We also, which meant that now I also, owned an acre all around.
    So with trees and land, my two-story, three bedroom, two and a half bath farmhouse
     was cozy, isolated and quiet.
    Exactly the way I liked it.
    Except for right then as I was sitting on a porch swing , having taken off my white going- into - town outfit. I’d put on a pair of red knit shorts that said “USC” in yellow across
     the butt (my brother’s alma mater) and a shelf-bra camisole that left little to the
     imagination. My face was clean of makeup. My hair was in a messy knot on top of my
     head. And my wits were partially washed away as I was well into my third glass of
     wine.
    But I was going to need them.
    And I was going to need them because a hunter green Jeep was approaching my house.
    “Holy Moses, KC,” I whispered into the phone. “I’m watching a green Jeep drive up
     to my house.”
    “No shit?” she whispered back.
    She knew what this meant. Every girl in town, I figured, knew that Jeep.
    “None at all.” I was still whispering.
    “Ohmigod, is it him?” she asked.
    The Jeep stopped close to my front walk.
    I could see through the windshield.
    This meant I stopped breathing , so I had to wheeze out my, “Yeah.”
    “Holy fuck!” she shouted.
    Raiden swung out of the Jeep.
    My heart flipped over.
    “I think I gotta go,” I told KC.
    “You think?” she asked.
    I didn’t answer.
    I couldn’t.
    Raiden Ulysses Miller and his big gorgeous body were walking up to my house.
    “Report back the minute he leaves,” KC ordered.
    “Righty ho,” I muttered the instant his boot hit the first step up to my porch.
    I beeped the phone off and watched him climb the next four steps. Then I watched him
     saunter five paces to me where he stopped.
    He did not speak.
    I didn’t either.
    His eyes moved from my hair to my feet to my hair again.
    My eyes stayed glued to his eyes.
    He turned his head around a bit and took in the porch.
    I kept my head stationary and took in him.
    Then his eyes came to mine. “Are you shittin’ me?”
    I blinked.
    “Sorry?” I asked.
    He crossed his arms on his chest, making the muscles in his biceps bulge and the veins
     in his forearms pop. I was concentrating on taking in all this fabulousness so I might
     have missed the full orgasm , but I was relatively certain I had a mini one.
    Then he smiled.
    There it was.
    The full orgasm.
    It was a wonder I didn’t moan.
    “Honey, you look straight out of a chick flick,” he remarked.
    Again, I blinked.
    Then, again, I asked, “Sorry?”
    “Cute outfit. Glass of wine. Sexy, messy hair. Cute house that looks out of a magazine.
     Not a lick of makeup and you look prettier than any woman I’ve seen for over a year.
     Gabbin’ on the phone like you look this good, in a place that looks this good every
     day when that shit’s impossible.” He paused before he concluded, “Chick flick.”
    Did he say sexy, messy hair?
    And that I looked prettier than any woman he’d seen for over a year?
    “Sorry?” I repeated yet