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That wasn’t the only thing she said that gave me pause. No, it was the Time magazine comment. Emily asked me how my campaign was going, which shocked me because the only thing she liked about the entire political arena was the attention she got, and I wasn’t even well-known when we were dating.

But when Emily said that she and I would look like a real power couple on the cover of Time, that surprised me. It was always about her, which was why we didn’t last. Plus, I’d found out Emily was a conniving bitch, so that didn’t help our relationship either.

My deep thoughts were interrupted by the coffeemaker alerting me it was time to start my day.

When I walked back into Lucy’s bedroom with a pair of steaming mugs, she was still sleeping. Her beautiful auburn hair was fanned on the pillow. I was a very lucky man to have her in my life. The more time we spent together and the more we talked, the more convinced I was that I had fallen in love with her.

She stirred in bed, and her entire body extended into a long stretch. She reached for the side of the bed I’d slept on, but when I wasn’t there, she jackknifed and sat up.

“I’m right here.” I walked into the room and sat next to her on the bed as I placed our mugs on the nightstand. “Good morning.”

“I thought you were gone. I had a horrible dream.” She put her arms around me and hugged me, burying her face in my chest.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. You’re here, and everything is okay.”

“I got your paper. There isn’t a photo.”

Lucy placed her hand over her heart. “Thank God.”

“One more week, and you’re all mine. I can’t wait for you to meet Dane and spend time with the family.”

She looked over and her eyes brightened as she saw the mug of coffee that was waiting for her. After she picked up her cup and handed me mine, she took a deep whiff of the steam and moaned.

My body’s reaction to her was something I was getting used to, but the hardness in my pants had other ideas.

“Tell me about your brother,” she said before taking a tentative sip.

I chuckled. “He calls himself the black sheep of the family.”

“Why?”

“He’s the only one who left the area, and doesn’t really have a home because he travels so much. He just sublets as he goes. To be honest, I figured his reputation would get me into trouble. My darling little brother is quite the womanizer and has broken a lot of hearts.”

Lucy let out a little snort. “Have you seen your family? You all look like you could shatter a few hearts.”

I laughed. “I can’t say that hasn’t happened on occasion, but that was mainly my brothers. I was too much of a nerd.”

“Hmm, for some reason I don’t believe that.” She sipped her coffee and smiled.

All I could do was laugh since it was a bit of a white lie. I might have broken a heart or two. “I can tell you I’d never want to break yours.”

“That’s good to know.” She smiled and gave me a kiss. “Thank you for the coffee. It’s the best way to start my day.”

Not even close. I took our mugs and set them down, and then made love to my girl. That was the best way to start my day.

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Ten days later, we were finally on our way to North Carolina. The days were getting warmer, and Lucy and I were getting closer. I’d never felt so comfortable and relaxed with a woman before. We’d only been seeing each other for six weeks, but I felt as if I’d known her my entire life.

We left early in the morning and were cruising along I-95 at a good pace. At this rate, we would be there in less than five hours. I clicked on satellite radio and “American Woman” came on. My thumbs tapped the steering wheel as I glanced at Lucy.

“I love this song.”

She smiled and nonchalantly said, “This is my stripper song.”

Not sure I’d heard her correctly, I said, “I’m sorry, your what?”

“What?”

“Did you say stripper song?”

When I glanced over at Lucy, she was doing her best to stifle a smile. She bit her bottom lip and her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink.

“Um, yeah. I mean, I’m not a stripper nor have I ever been, but if I were one, this would be my song.”

The mere thought of her stripping onstage in front of horny men was an image I didn’t want in my head. On the other hand, I’d gladly let her strip for me.

“So, your parents’ house at the beach,” she said, deftly changing the subject. “Do we each get a room there? Is it big?”

“It has eight bedrooms.” Did she want her own room? “If you’re more comfortable not sharing, I understand.”

“Nope. I’m all about sharing and conservation.”

“Conservation? What are you conserving by sharing a room with me?”

“Water, space, and time, to name a few.”

“Okay, maybe I’m still trying to process the stripper comment, but how do you save water and time?” I knew where she was going with space.

“If we don’t sleep together, then another room will need to be prepared. Which means more linens to wash, and that uses water. Someone will need to do the work, and that takes time. So if we share a room, we conserve.”