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at what she did with her clients, moving in with them for weeks, then deciding exactly what they needed to make their houses into a home. It was more than just interior design or decorating. She had a way of filling a void in her clients lives with whatever it is they needed to be happy and she’d made a very profitable career out of it.
    “Okay, okay.” She waited patiently for me to answer. “I have a little bit of hero-worship. He’s incredibly attractive and we’ve shared a few kisses. Alright? End of story. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go.”
    She nodded. “Yes, you have to get back to Hank. Oh, this is so romantic.” She clasped her hands together and looked off into the distance dreamily. “He saves you from death, sweeps you off your feet and … ”
    “Stop it right there. This is not a romance,” I sighed. The woman would piss off a priest in confessional.
    “But you want to fuck him; I can feel the lust running through every inch of you. It’s coming at me in waves. I might have to go get laid tonight just to get over the vibe you’re putting out into the universe.”
    “Must you be so vulgar?”
    “Yes. I must. Admit it and I’ll leave.” She crossed her arms over her tiny form.
    I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. “Okay, I want to have sex with him! It’s been months since Grant and I broke up. Happy now?”
    She jumped up and down in her sandals, her flowery dress waving in the air with her. It was times like this that I remembered she was my baby sister. Top of her game in the interior design world with a waiting list a mile long for her skills, but she still bounced around like a little girl. Some things never changed.
    “Very happy. So, this man, is he hot?”
    “You’re killing me. Yes, he’s good-looking. He’s a cowboy from Texas. But it’s not going anywhere. We are from two totally different worlds. He’s used to barbeques and baseball, not mergers and acquisitions.”
    Her mouth pulled together into a pout. “When you find your soul mate, it won’t matter what he does for a living, or what he wears, or whether his portfolio is as sound as yours. It only matters that he’s meant for you.”
    A sadness blanketed the moment. London had lost the man that she thought was her soul mate to a terrible accident. I pulled her into a hug and she squeezed me tightly.
    “I love you so much. I’m so relieved you’re okay,” she whispered.
    “I love you, too.”
    “I’m looking forward to thanking this real life hero in person.” She wiped at her wet eyes. Still as pretty as ever. “Oliver told me how Hank jumped in front of you and now that I see where you were hurt, I’m more confident in his place in your world.
    “Oh yeah, and what’s that?” I asked pulling my bag over my shoulder headed for the door.
    “Isn’t it obvious?” She smiled wide and her entire face lit up. “He’s meant to protect your heart!”
    I rolled my eyes for her benefit only. The thing was, she wasn’t entirely wrong. There was something about Hank that I couldn’t define. It was just a feeling when I was near him. It had to be that I was overly sensitive to him after he saved my life. Superhero syndrome of sorts. There really wasn’t another reason. Love wasn’t on the table or in the cards no matter what London’s empathic ability suggested.
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    All I could think about all damned day was my sweet angel’s fingers wrapped around my cock. I could die a happy man with that memory to sustain me through eternity. The woman was talented.
    Fantasies of me standing, her sitting on the bed, me slipping my cock past her moist lips pressing deep, my dick ready to burst at the seams, rolled through my thoughts all day. Her sucking me like a fucking Hoover, my hands twining through her golden locks as I pumped my seed into her. Christ! It was the stuff right out of my most erotic dreams.
    I closed my eyes and tried to will away the images, my heart rate slowly coming back down from my