She couldn’t believe she’d laid it all on the line, told him everything, and the blonde beauty still won. She wasn’t going to think about all the things he was probably doing to and with her. The tears that came from her eyes couldn’t be blinked away. It was times like this she really missed her mom—although a big hug and a sugar cookie might not fix the problems she was having at this moment, being in her calming presence had always helped. Looking back, she should have known what this was all about. When she’d first met him, she’d been in awe that he would even speak to someone like her. She’d had a friend who loved uniformed men and had heard about the bar because it was a well-known hangout for firemen and police officers. She was sure Beth had taken her because she was the least likely to draw notice of all their mutual friends. She was medium height and slight of build; she’d been told that she had a boyish shape until she took off her clothes, and then she had a little something to speak of.
