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Lola watched Tim’s tight butt as they headed down the sidewalk. Turnabout was fair play. She’d seen his reaction to her and found it actually pleased her more than she’d care to admit. He wanted her. He wanted her so bad.
She should have stuffed a credit card in the pocket of her shorts. Then they could get a room and… Okay, she wanted him pretty bad herself too.
She glanced at her own reflection in the front of a mirror-glass building. Who was that woman who could want a particular man so much?
Free of Tim’s family, and the constant stream of attention and friendly but persistent curiosity, she started to ease back into herself and settle into the run. She had no idea how they were going to do this. Cities were not made for running. The sad track of Bati field was better than this,
