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“What’s crawled up your britches tis mornin’.” He asked
                  “Nothing, I’m just busy.”
                  He leaned in closer, he smelled like heaven. His cologne was one of the deadly reasons she found it impossible to resist him. He was a breath away from her mouth, leaning in so close she could taste him.
                  “Can I see ya tonight?”
                  “I don’t think that’s the best idea Murph.”
                  “Why’s that Lass?”
                  Why was that? Because she didn’t want to get involved with Murphy since there was nothing of substance between them. Maybe because she met someone last night who held more interests with her, who intrigued her. Booker wasn’t an option though, he was going to leave just as fast as he came in. No, thinking about Booker was not a good idea, that was only going to lead to trouble and possible heart break like every other relationship she had. She just needed to focus on herself.
                  “Murph, I know you want to try things out again but I just don’t think I’m ready. I really need to focus on myself right now and what I want.” There, that seemed reasonable she thought.
                  He trailed his finger along her jaw and over her lips causing her insides to boil and her body to heat up. She felt her center start to melt with his gentle caress. Damn. She needed to leave and she needed to leave now.
                  “Your body is telling me differently lass. I will give ya a couple of days. You’re me date on Saturday, until then I hope me body floods ya dreams all hours of the night.” He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips leaving her treacherous body begging for more.
                  Why did she have a libido of a fourteen year old boy?
     
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                  Booker stood in the ski shop staring out the door watching the shop owner, Murphy hang all over Fiona. Walking in on them making out felt like a canon launched into his stomach from only a couple of feet in front of him. It hurt, it hurt big time. Not because he owned her or that she was his woman, it was the fact that she led him on, led him to believe that she was available and interested.
                  Shaking out the disappointment in his head, he decided to push past the deceit and focus on why he came to Warblers Point, for some rest, relaxation and to get away from the fake life he was living.
                  He was trying on a navy blue ski jacket when Murphy came walking back in.
                  “Sorry about that lad, how can I help ya tis beautiful mornin’?”
                  Booker pulled his hand from the jacket he was touching. “Not a problem. I was looking for some gear for the winter season and wanted to find out when we can start lessons.”
                  Murphy slapped him on the shoulder and said, “Ya came to the right place lad, I can fix ya up with some fine apparel but lessons will have to wait till we get some white on the ground.”
                  “Makes sense.” Booker said.
                  It took an hour of trying on clothes, boots, gloves, goggles, hats and much more until he found the right combination. He got a pair of grey snow pants, a navy blue jacket, a matching knitted snow cap with ear flaps and the best skis money could buy. He looked pretty good if he didn’t say so himself.
                  Even though he wanted to hate Murphy Ryan because of his nearness with the lovely…err, just regular Fiona, he couldn’t help but like the guy. Booker understood why Fiona must like the guy, he was charming, friendly