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The image of some jean clad thighs from earlier flashed, but I quickly pushed that away.

Nope, not her.

We just didn’t mesh at all.

Chapter 7

Jacqueline

Istopped at the Fall Fest, grabbing a Hot Apple Cider along with an Apple Cider donut before making my way down the main street, enjoying the cool morning air on Sunday.

Yesterday, I had wanted to go out, do some shopping, splurge on me, do anything to get my mind off of Jackson and the way he was Friday night. Not to mention the crap that Lina was talking about.

Did I?

Nope.

Instead, I took my dogs to the park, allowing them to run around and chase the leaves. They loved doing that and I didn’t get to do it nearly enough with them.

I might not have a relationship or a family of my own, but those dogs were my babies, and they needed to be spoiled too.

Of course, I didn’t get to be out there all day, like they would have liked.

I heard the growl of a bike passing by the park and when I turned to see who it was, it was Jackson. Which I should have known because it wasn’t like we had a lot of bikers that came through town around these parts.

He didn’t see me, at least I didn’t think he did. But it was enough for me to admire how good he looked on it, then to shake my head, pack up my dogs, and leave.

When we got home, we all took a nap, but I woke up from it in a cold sweat because I had a dream of doing things to that man on his bike and let me tell you, they were far from good.

Needless to say, I freaked out.

Jackson was so not the kind of man I would want.

Besides the whole jerk side of him, he was younger than I and I always wanted a man that could teach me.

I wasn’t a virgin, but maybe a little more inexperienced than I cared to admit.

What could that man teach me? How to be a bitch? How to be rude to people? How to hurt them? Prank them?

No thanks.

There was nothing I wanted to learn from him.

I sighed as I sat down on the seats outside The Book Nook Bookstore. I closed my eyes, letting the sun warm my face and hearing the few snippets of conversations from the people passing by.

I’m sure I looked different because once again, my hair was down. I had a sweater on that was a little tighter and longer, tights, and cute boots.

I couldn’t explain the change in the wardrobe, but it was there, and I wasn’t knocking it. Did I get a few more looks from guys?

Yes.

Was that why I changed it up?

Nope.

And I wasn’t even going to try to pretend it was for something other than myself.

Once I took the last bite and sip of my treats, I threw them out, then walked into the bookstore, waving to Ms. Shelly as I walked by the register to start browsing some of the books. I wasn’t sure what I was in the mood for, if it was even anything.