Jake rubbed the back of his neck. His other hand was wrapped around a waist so small, his fingers reached past her spine. He needed time to figure out what had just happened. He didn’t get time. She was in his arms, in his face. And she smelled great. Like really fresh flowers.
Almost as tall as he was, the body brushing against his went in and out where it was supposed to and did it with extreme prejudice. Something red hugged her breasts. A brief bit of denim played second skin to her hips. Bare flesh above and below. Long legs disappearing into boots. Smooth dark hair, except for the crease from her hat. Face done up to look cheap, failing to look anything but classy. Her features were too cleanly cut, her dark eyes too intelligent. Her mouth—
Better not go down that road, Kirby.
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