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popped.
     
    “Are your ears okay, Carson?” she asked, tugging at her own.
     
    “Yep, I’m used to it,” he said, getting out with the puppy.
     
    Cynthia leaned back on the pickup truck next to Dex and stared out at God’s beauty.  She felt like she could reach out and touch the sunset.
     
    “This is magical,” she said. “Just beautiful.”
     
    Dexter studied her as she peered into the distance. “Not as beautiful as you are,” he said. Their eyes locked.
     
    Remembering their closeness from the night before, Dexter felt comfortable easing her body over in front of his.  The softness of her sundress against his skin gave him a sensation he never wanted to be without. 
     
    They stayed like that for long while, talking, as Carson tousled with his puppy on the thick, grassy mound nearby.
     
     
    “So you don’t know your birth parents at all?” Cynthia asked as they began to open up to each other. She’d just learned he had been adopted at birth.
     
    “No, I’m afraid not,” he said. “But I think my mother is African American,” he said.
     
    “How do you know?”
     
    “I don’t; it’s just a feeling,” he said, his eyes searching hers.
     
    Cynthia broke away from his stare, when all she really wanted to do was kiss him again.
     
    “Were your adoptive parents good to you?”
     
    “To be honest, my father ran me like a work horse. I often wondered if that’s why they got me in the first place.  But to be fair, it’s a big ranch, and the old man was always right by my side working, too,” he said. “Yale Callahan was a hard man, but no, I wasn’t mistreated. Dexter wished he could say the same about his sister Apple.
     
    Cynthia noticed how he referred to the man that had raised him using his first name.
     
    “And your mother?”
     
    “The sweetest, kindest soul you’d ever want to meet,” he said, light filtering into his eyes.  “Of course she had to deal with Yale, but she did the best she could, all things considered. I know she did the best she could.”
     
    “Don’t you want to know who your parents are one day?”
     
    Dexter was silent. He’d thought that question through many times.
     
    “Dex?” Cynthia pried.
     
    “Sure, what person wouldn’t want to know? But I won’t go searching for ‘em,” his pride shown through. “They left me, so they ought to know where to find me. “Besides, my mind is on starting my own family now, not chasing one that never was.”
     
    There was silence; she could almost feel the hurt lodged deep inside of him.
     
    Sensing it was best she didn’t say anything more about it, she leaned quietly against his broad frame.
     
    “Why aren’t you married, Cynthia?” he finally asked.
     
    The question caught her off guard, which was pretty hard to do.
     
    “Well … I …” she started.
     
    “Don’t hold back,” he said. “I already have an inkling.”
     
    “I am married ,” she said. “To my career.”
     
    “But your career can’t cradle you in its arms in the middle of the night,” he said, turning her around to face him.
     
    The sun was fast-dropping in the distance.
     
    Cynthia could tell Carson and his puppy were both tiring from the sugar in the ice cream and the running back and forth. She could see them in the distance. 
     
    “No,” she said, remembering the feel of his mouth on hers the night before.
     
    “And your career can’t kiss your pretty lips,” he said, cradling the small of her back and pulling her deeper into him.
     
    Cynthia couldn’t ignore the bulge between his powerful thighs perfectly positioned on her center.
     
    “No, it can’t,” she breathed.
     
    Dexter pressed his lips against hers as Cynthia opened her mouth to let his tongue dance with hers. Swoons of passion spiraled through her as she felt the throbbing of his loin pressed against her.
     
    She pulled back.
     
    “Wow,” she said, too aware Carson was nearby.
     
    “Yeah,” Dexter breathed. They were