Ty trailed Katy out of the grocery store, the kitty litter under one arm, while the condoms burned a hole in the bag he held in his other hand. What the hell was he thinking? The breeze teased the ends of her hair and carried the scent of autumn’s harvest to his starved senses. Peaches, pears, and apples—yum. Her white dress played homage to a truly world class heart-shaped ass. And the blood red soles of those shoes of hers were going to drive him around the bend. He could picture her on his bed, pink skinned and inviting, wearing nothing but those heels. He coughed to clear a suddenly parched throat. She glanced around and he had to quickly move the bag so it would cover the bulge in his jeans. Ty pointed the way to his truck with his chin, anxious now to get this over with and escape from his self-imposed torture. “It’s the white Dodge over in the corner.” Katy nodded.
