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Armie Jacobson, hedonist extraordinaire--celibate For weeks?

Yep, that certainly gave her a lot to think about

AFTER A LONG, stea, Armie pulled on boxers, fixed a drink and crashed on the couch He turned on the TV but didn’t really focus on anything His internal battle kept him too wired

A few drinks later,about Merissa home alone, maybe upset She hadn’t wanted to call hiht anyway

She probably wouldn’t

She had Cannon to comfort her

But did she want Armie?

On and on it went, circling in his brain,him nuts, and no amount of liquor would blunt the torment For the tenth tiency cell? He couldn’t remember Maybe he should text her and let her know

No

What he should do is leave her alone, stop lusting after her

Stop needing her

He dropped his head back and closed his eyes His temples throbbed and his back ached He couldn’t believe he’d let that putz catch hihts

Also, he didn’t have an innocent audience, guns or Merissa Colter in danger during cage fights

He flexed a shoulder and looked toward the darkIt hat? Nine-thirty? Still early Maybe he needed to get back in the saddle and ride He wanted to snicker at his oit, but even for a drunk guy that was a shitty analogy

If only he had even the s upright He stared toward it as his heartbeat ratcheted up and desire kick-started a slow burn in his gut

Standing, he set aside his drink and, still wearing only boxers, went to the door and opened it Disappointment hurt worse than that metal post had "Shit"

"Well, hello to you, too" She winced at the dae to his face "What happened to you?"

Armie stared at the brunette he’d brushed off at the bar the other night "Just ato come in, he stepped out and pulled the door partially closed behind him "C’mon, Cass You know better than to shoithout an invite"

"I called your cell but you didn’t answer" Her hungry gaze went over hinized that particular sot broken," he explained "But seriously, hon, you didn’t get the e at Rowdy’s?"

"No one treats me like you do, Armie"

"I’m an asshole and I know it You should steer clear"

She put a hand to his abs and started teasing her fingers doard "I didn’t mean that weird rudeness at the bar I "

She see married in a rats"

"I love hienuine "He’s a great guy, Arh that even you’d like hi with that, Arhed "He’s not you"

Arroan and rubbed his face "Letdesperate, she asked, "How can I? He’s so nice and he’s not like you and ent, said, "Hon, I’m not like you But bethat you told uys like hot sex It’s hotter when the chick is into it So just tell him what you want Trust me on this, he’ll be into it"

"But what if he’s not?" Uncertainty shadowed her eyes "What if he thinks I’?"

"You’re healthy, not weird And if he doesn’t dig it, then do you really want to behaul?"