Mud on his tires

Mud on his tires

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Oh she had forgotten what it felt like to be touched by him! Even the simple motion of pulling her in close to his body... his scent filled her senses... he was so close to her... she could feel him... His eyes penetrated her very soul... the very look he gave her did amazing things to her... "Alice... Oh God, Alice. You're back." After a heart breaking, emotionally twisting, and hardening betrayal, and a fast-track out of town, and a long twenty years after that, there is another wedding... no not hers. Never hers... After 20 years, Alice finds herself holding on. Holding onto something she never thought still existed... what do you do when you find yourself at the same scene where it all began? And what do you do when you find yourself falling in love with the very same man?
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He tasted like tequila and the fake name I gave him was Rose. Four years ago, I decided to get over one man, by getting under another. A single night and nothing more. I found my handsome stranger with a shot glass and charming but devilish smile at the end of the bar. The desire that hit his eyes the second they landed on me ignited a spark inside me, instant and hot. He was perfect and everything I didn't know I needed. That one night may have ended, but I left with much more than a memory. Four years later, and with a three-year-old in tow, the man I still dream about is staring at me from across the street in the town I grew up in. I don't miss the flash of recognition, or the heat in his gaze. The chemistry is still there, even after all these years. I just hope the secrets and regrets don't destroy our second chance before it's even begun.

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