Any Man Of Mine

“You never learn the first time. You always have to get hit twice before you see it coming.”

He liked to see which way the hits were coming so he could be ready for the blows.

spending it on real estate, designer suits, fine wine, and finer women.

“Don’t I what?” He pushed the button to

“You don’t know what I look like in the morning.”

“Yes I do. You looked really hot in those wiener-dog jammies in Moclips.”

She laughed as if he were joking. “There you go again, trying to charm me into falling in love with you.”

“What if I fall in love with you?” His hand slid up and cupped her breast.

Her gaze met his. “You won’t.”

He didn’t like the way she said it. As if it wasn’t possible. As if he wasn’t capable of falling in love with a woman. As if he wasn’t capable of loving her.

No Professional Athletes
Sam LeClaire was a good-looking son of a bitch. Everyone thought so. Everyone from sports writers to soccer moms.
The girl wrapped up in his sheets thought so, too. Although she really wasn’t a girl. She was a woman.
“I don’t see why I can’t go.”
Sam glanced up from the knot in his blue-striped tie and looked in the mirror at the supermodel in his bed. Her name was Veronica Del Toro, but she was known by just her first name. Like Tyra and Heidi and Gisele.

You never learn the first time. You always have to get hit twice before you see it coming.