She was family. She was great with the kids. He no longer felt that she judged him for the troubles between him and Lillie during the last years of her life.
They were, well, friends now. Weren’t they? He counted on Keely, enjoyed talking to her. Liked having her around.
No way would he mess with that.
He wasn’t even considering messing with that.
Uh-uh.
He needed to focus on the positive and forget the smooth white curves of her shoulders shining wet from her shower, not think about those full, tempting breasts, her dusky pink nipples puckered and tight. He needed to block out the memory of that tiny, shining rivulet of water sliding down the center of her, filling her navel, spilling over and dribbling lower, into the water-beaded landing strip of red-brown hair that did nothing to cover the ripe swell of her mound.
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