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covered
everything.   She leaned forward,
curtaining him with her red curls.
    “I take it you’re not too
sore?”
    “Maybe we should find
out.”   She kissed his mouth, soft,
tasting his lips, loving the unique feel of his mouth against hers.
    “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    Hurt her?
    Why did she get the feeling
that she was going to be hurt by Jason?   More so than the end two years ago.   More than she wanted to admit.
    But she couldn’t think about
that right now.   To do so would spoil the
moment, would snatch away the magic of the present.
    She’d go with the flow, go with
her gut instinct and ignore any niggling doubts.
    She wouldn’t worry about the
end until it got here.   Tomorrow night
when she’d get in her car and drive away.
    He didn’t want to hurt her?
    “Then make love to me,” she
demanded.   “Love me now, Jason, because I
need you.”
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    Jason flicked on his signal and
turned onto the main highway.   Once
merged with the traffic, he stole a glance at Tabby.
    She looked out of place sitting
in his truck.
    Like a glittery diamond tossed
into a gravel pit.
    As if she read his mind, she
smiled from the passenger side of his truck and reminded, “We could have taken
my car, you know?”
    “I know,” he answered and
braked for a stoplight.
    She wore jeans and a tiger
striped blouse with black furry stuff on the cuffs.   Her black boots weren’t appropriate for a
construction site, but were safer than any of the other spindly contraptions
she’d brought with her.   Did the woman
still not own a sensible pair of shoes?
    Her hair hung loose and flew in
the breeze coming in through the cracked window.   Occasionally a long strand would slap against
him.
    She’d squirted on some exotic
scent before they left his apartment.   He
liked it, but didn’t she realize pure Tabby turned him on more than any
manufactured scent ever could?   She’d
also put on make-up.   He told her not to,
that she looked beautiful without it, but she dismissed him with a kiss and a
fluttery wave.
    “The site is likely to be muddy
from last week’s rain.   Your car would be
a mess, might even get stuck.”
    “Playing in the mud might be
fun.”
    Tabby covered in mud.   Jason swallowed.   “Much safer to take my truck,” he said,
wondering if she noticed his higher than normal pitch.
    “Yeah, I suppose, cause I don’t
want to waste a moment of our day digging my car out of a mud puddle.”
    “Good point.   Besides, everything I need is back
there.”   He motioned to the truck’s backseat
where a worn black leather briefcase rested along with multiple cardboard
tubes, hard hats and various tools.
    She twisted to look at
him.   “Does this mean I’m going to get to
see you wearing a tool belt and a hard hat?   I’ve still got a few unfulfilled fantasies about you in your work gear.”
    He glanced her way and
winked.   “For you, I’d wear my tool belt,
hard hat, and nothing else.”
    “Ah, that has
possibilities.”   She looked interested,
real interested.   “You could practice
hammering, screwing, and drilling.”
    He chuckled at her word play.   “Yeah, I could do all those things.”
    They pulled up to a gated
construction site.   Pride filled him at
the sign with bold lettering proclaiming Kelly Construction that announced to
the world this was his job site.
    Tabitha gazed out the window;
her eyes wide with interest as she took in the steel framework for what would
eventually be a grocery store.   What did
she think about what he did for a living?   About how far Kelly Construction had come from the three-man operation
it had been twelve years ago when he’d started the company straight out of high
school?
    “This looks like a step up from
houses.”
    “I love designing a home for a
family.   It’ll always be my favorite
thing to watch from start to finish.   Kelly Construction will always build homes, but commercial building is
where the money is and there’s a