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It made no sense. If it were possible to write a recipe for man I should never mate with, it would be him. He was a saw slinger, I was a brainiac. I’d left this po-dunk town behind as soon as I could. He’d stuck around and carved a life for himself. Unlike so many loggers who didn't change and adapt, he’d followed his entrepreneurial instincts and became tree feller for hire.
If the rumors were true, he made a multiple six figure income doing it.
It was dangerous, physical work.
He was a hard-working man, and his body showed it. All wrong for me.
Which was why I wondered, while brushing my teeth for the night, why he played my body like Yoyo Ma played Bach on the cello.
He hasn't played it yet. Jesus. You're just fantasizing about his doing so, and you obviously need to get
