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Violet poked her lip out in a real, why-can't-I-have-a-cookie-before-dinner pout as her best friend Belle shoved another suitcase into her boyfriend's little blue Honda.

Belle laughed, showing off award-winning dimples, "Oh, c'mon, Vi. We'll only be gone a month."

"Uh-huh," Violet said dryly, "and summers only two months. Which means you'll be gone until August, which means I'll be friendless for half the summer."

A masculine laugh sounded behind her. Violet turned to see William, a.k.a. Bill, Belle's boyfriend come out of the two-home townhouse they shared. At '6, 2" with as equally nice dimples as Belle and caramel hair, he was hard not to notice. "Don't worry, Vi," he said, shrugging off a shoulder bag and throwing it into the trunk, "you won't be away from this sexiness for long. We'll be back before you know it." He cut a quick glare to Belle who snorted at his comment. "And besides, maybe now you can have some fun without Belle interrogating you. You know," he wiggled his eyebrows for emphasis, "Adult fun."

Violet cringed as she felt her face heat up.

"Bill!" Belle slugged him in the shoulder, giggling. "Stop that. Your embarassing her."

While Bill sulked over his soreness, Belle grabbed Violet into a tight hug. "Don't worry, baby doll. We'll be back soon, and then you can hear all the complaints I have about Vermont and Bill's mother." They ignored Bill's protesting "hey!"

"I'll miss you," Violet said.

"I'll miss you too," said Belle, who pulled away and smiled as she walked backwards toward the car, "I'll call you as soon as we get there."

"You'd better," said Violet sternly, "remember California, to see his grandparents? I'll call you when we get there. Yeah, sure. I thought you guys died."

Bill/Belle laughed as they got into the car. Violet stood on the sidewalk and watched as the engine came to life.

"Oh," Belle stuck her head out the window, "by the way, take Bill's advice."

"Huh?"

"Get laid." as Violet gave her the finger, she heard Belle's laugh as they pulled away.

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The next day, after a toss-around sleep and a 9-4 shift at The Coffee House, Violet was more than happy to be going home. She breathed in deep, her nose quite glad to be rid of the coffee bean/ espresso smell for another day, and it practically quivered in delight at the thought
that after tomorrow, she had a week off. Smiling, she pulled her just below breast-length black hair out of its tie and pulled the elastic over her wrist, ruffling her hair with the wind as she neared the house.

As she climbed the gray steps, Violet paused at the movers she saw pulling boxes from the truck in the neighboring driveway. She looked around to see if she could find someone not in uniform, and after a minute of being unsuccessful, shrugged and unlocked the door. She had
one foot through the threshold as a male voice caught her attention.

Pulling herself into the house, she peeked out as the voice continued.

It was a lovely sound. Smooth and raw all at once. So very masculine. Made her throat a little dry.

Her gray-blue eyes flickered around for it's conductor, and when she saw him, she wished for a bucket of water.

He was gorgeous.

From what she could see, he had to have been around Bill's height. His black hair, a little shaggy, seemed to outline his straight jaw perfectly. Creamy skin covered by straight, tight jeans and a black shirt that showed very nice arms and most likely hid an equally nice chest and stomach.

Violet swallowed, then frowned since she couldn't see his eyes.

In a little trance, she almost didn't notice when the man seemed to sense someone was staring and turned his gaze towards her. Violet gasped and quickly jumped in the house, shutting the door and leaning against it.

Good Lord.