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J.J. wore an extra wide grin on his face as he closed the kitchen door behind him. The smell of bacon and fresh muffins was heavy in the closed-in space. Not that he minded. He learned at an early age to eat his fill as the work he seemed to gravitate towards had him burning off the calories. A man that was larger than most at six-two, he came by his physique naturally. The bulging biceps, flat abs, and thighs the size of 20-year-old pines were honed by bucking hay, hours in the saddle, construction work, and the fun of an occasional rodeo or all-day hike in the mountains. A mix of light red and blonde hair to match his pale blue eyes, and without freckles to mark his skin, had many women giving him a second look. His genuine smile and quick wit had won him dates with nearly every woma
