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“H—hi,” I stammered as he reached out and took my hand. I shook it and smiled as the power of his good looks started to overwhelm me. Things started moving inside me that I just could not feel around my parents and I started to panic.

My cheeks blushed and I pinched the back of my leg to try and keep my feelings in check, but there was nothing I could do.

I wanted him—badly.

Our eyes met and it was like two universes colliding. The unimposing man I’d met three years ago had transformed into a rugged Adonis and I was absolutely dying for him to get his hands on me.

But that couldn’t happen.

I looked at him, and carefully, so my parents couldn’t see, mouthed the words, “You have to go!”

Jim smiled but simply shook his head.

He wasn’t going anywhere.

Chapter Three

Jim

Don’t get a boner, don’t get a boner!

I repeated the phrase over and over in my mind as I fought every primal instinct in my body that was screaming at me to take Autumn into the back and fuck her brains out, take her innocence, and make her mine.

She already was mine in my mind, but then again there was the huge problem of her father being my boss and best friend.

“Come on in, for heaven’s sake!” Randy said happily, wrapping an arm around me and tugging me down the hall into the kitchen. “You can give me a hand with the meal! I’m in feast mode! You see what I did there!?”

Randy roared with laughter at another one of his bad jokes. They really were horrible, but the way he delivered them somehow made them work. I bet he’d make a decent stand-up comedian if he ever decided to sell the construction company.

“I’ve been stuffing the turkey,” he said, showing me his handiwork. “Wanna stuff a couple of lemon halves in there for me? This thing only needs another hour in the oven but I forgot to put this in earlier, so…”

I could think of something else I’d like to stuff a little more…

“Sure, Randy,” I smiled, grabbing two lemons and moving to the cutting board. But as I did, I turned and ran right into Autumn, who was reaching for the same knife as me.

“Sorry!” she blurted out, her cheeks redder than the cranberry sauce we’d eat later. “I—you have it!”

She practically threw the knife at me and I had to grab it before it ended up sticking into my leg.

“Whoa, careful—”

“I’ve got to use the bathroom!” she almost shouted before storming out of the room. Her dad turned to me and raised his eyebrows.

“I never know what’s going on with these two women,” he joked.

“Oh, you rascal,” Michelle frowned as she began peeling some potatoes.

“I gotta say, Randy. I barely even recognized Autumn when I saw her.”

“Yeah, she’s grown up quite a bit these last three years that you’ve been away,” he agreed. “Grew a few inches.”

“She also just recently went blonde,” Michelle explained. “A lot of girls at her school do it. I think her roommate convinced her to do it out of solidarity.”

“But I gotta say, Jim,” Randy smirked, pointing a knife in my direction. “You come near my daughter, and it won’t be just the turkey I’m carving later. Got me?”

I forced myself to laugh so Randy wouldn’t suspect anything. If he had any idea how I really felt about his daughter…

Shit…

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