His last encounter with Wendy... Hell, she'd been the one to hurt his feelings.	The best sex of his life, and she'd kicked him out as soon as it was over, told him not to bother with calling because it was strictly a one-time thing. Told him, actually, while he'd still been inside her.	He groaned at the memory as he slipped behind the wheel, turning on the heat the second he had the engine started.	His day was shaping up to be an ass kicker. Which was saying something, considering that the day before included his arrest, a concussion, and a near drowning.
Dana Marton, Deathblow
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