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"Oh really?"

"If reading a newspaper takes priority over having sex, then clearly you’ve never had your world rocked"

"I don’t need any rocking in et motion sickness" She laced up her sneakers, then headed for the door

He trailed after her "Fine, I’ll let this go If that’s what you want"

"It is" A rush of relief flooded her belly Thank God Fighting off Seth’s advances the past few months had been much harder than she’d ever admit

"Don’t look so happy" He sht"

Crap She should’ve known it wouldn’t be that easy

Seth blocked her path before she could open the door, running a hand through his messy hair His hair was short, but definitely not the o seemed to have Black locks often fell onto his forehead and curled behind his ears, and she couldn’t count the nue to smooth back those unruly strands

"When’s your next shift?" he asked

"Monday"

"Eight to close?"

It didn’t surprise her that he knew the exact tih

"Hey, I have an idea," she said with a big fake so somewhere else on Monday The Tavern or the Sand Bar, ht like I heard it attracts a lot of loose young woood time…"

When she flashed hihed it off "I’et laid?" He lowered his voice to a set laid just like that But see, that’s not what I’ed in her chest "What are you after, Seth?"

"You"

Equal parts arousal and irritation pleaded for her attention Ignoring both, she released her breath and crossed her araze ie,her brsts up She prole to her sides

"I don’t have tiames with you," she muttered "I have too much on my plate at the moment, and even if I wasn’t busy, I still wouldn’t say yes I’m a mother, first and foremost My kids areyou to put the rugrats up for adoption, Miranda"