Taking the Heat. Victoria Dahl

God,” Gabe groaned. “Poor guy.”

      “I know. We can only guess at how much he was suffering. Anyway, I answered that letter, telling her that if she was disappointed in the behavior, then maybe she hadn’t raised her son very well. I also said there was nothing wrong with sex and to leave the girl alone. Pretty standard stuff. Except that I became friends with the harlot later.”

      “Ha! Seriously?”

      “It’s a small town. These things happen. I probably know the guy who fell in love with his sex doll, too, but please don’t tell me if it’s you.”

      “I’d rather not talk about it, anyway,” Gabe said. “It’s over.”

      “Oh, no! Did it fizzle out?”

      He shrugged. “We tried to patch it up a couple of times.”

      She tugged him to a stop, then leaned against a street lamp, wheezing with laughter.

      He grinned as she wiped tears from her cheeks. “You okay?”

      She shook her head, still struggling for air past her hysterical laughter.

      “Was it that funny, or is it just the alcohol?”

      “Both!” she gasped. Then groaned, “God, I must be a mess.”

      He looked over her tearstained face and the mascara smudges beneath her eyes. “Nah. You look great.”

      “Really?” She swiped at her pink nose.

      “Really. Now, where are we going?”

      “Right here,” she said, gesturing toward a three-story condo complex.

      He grabbed her hand and pulled her off the lamppost to walk her toward the entry. “I only live one block over.”

      “I’m not surprised. There are a lot of rentals around here.” She dug her keys from her bag and led the way to one of the ground-floor doors.

      “I won’t come in,” he said for clarity’s sake. Even if he might have wanted to, she was way too drunk for him to feel right about it.

      She stabbed her keys toward the doorknob several times. “Don’t worry. I didn’t think you wanted to.”

      “Okay, because I— What? Why would you think that?”

      She waved her free hand and the keys jagged two inches to the right. “I’m not that girl. I get it.”

      “What girl?”

      “You know.” She finally got the key into the hole, and when the lock turned, she gave a little cheer. She pushed the door open and then lurched in before spinning back to him. “I’m not going to try to jump your gorgeous bones, Gabe. You’re safe with me. I’m sexual kryptonite.”

      “What?” he asked again, even more confused.

      She reached down to pull one of her high-heeled boots off, but the other ankle wobbled dangerously.

      He jumped forward to grab her elbow so she could pull off the boot without falling. She smiled up at him and took off the other boot. He was surprised by how much shorter she was without them. He could now see straight down her dress. The view was lovely and so was her lacy black bra. He stepped back quickly.

      She stared up at him. “It’s true,” she whispered.

      “What’s true?” he asked.

      She watched him for a long moment, then leaned a little closer. “Can you keep a secret?” she asked.

      He nodded.

      “Promise?”

      “I promise,” he said, not sure what he was hoping to hear her say. Whatever he’d expected, her next words were not it.

      “All that advice I give? All of the wise insights on love and sex that I helpfully hand out to strangers?” Her voice was getting softer.

      Gabe put his hands on her shoulders. He wanted to lean down and kiss her. Her mouth looked so plump and her eyes so happy. But he couldn’t. Not tonight. “Mmm-hmm,” he murmured, using his hands to hold her steady instead of pulling her close.

      “That’s the biggest lie of all, Gabe. I’ve never even done it.”

      “Done what?” he asked, distracted by the pretty way her neck arched so she could watch him.

      She moved even closer, going up on tiptoe to bring her mouth toward his neck. “Fucking,” she whispered.

      For a moment, his brain stuttered over the provocative word, guessing that she was trying to turn him on. Not that he’d act on it tonight, but it was a nice problem to have. Then the rest of the conversation caught up and overrode his libido.

      He stood straight. His hands gripped her shoulders with more strength. “You what?”

      Instead of reacting with the seriousness he thought the moment deserved, Veronica burst into laughter. “You should see your face!” she chortled, pointing at his face in case he’d forgotten where he’d left it. “Oh, my God, you’re so cute!”

      “You were kidding,” he sighed, feeling a relief he didn’t understand.

      “Oh, I wasn’t kidding. But it’s still funny.”

      He blinked several times. “You’re a virgin?”

      “Pretty much,” she said, her face suddenly getting serious.

      “What does that mean? Can you even be pretty much a virgin?”

      “I mean, I’ve done things. On occasion. But I’ve never really done things. Do you get it now? Look at me! I’m a fraud, Gabe. An undesirable, freakish fraud!”

      He stared down at one of the most adorable women he’d ever met and wondered if someone had slipped a psychotropic drug into his last beer. “You’re...” He couldn’t think what to say. Oh, my God, you’re a virgin! Or... I don’t know what you’re talking about—you’re totally fuckable! His mind spun. He stayed silent.

      “I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t have told you. You just have such a nice face. And everything else.”

      “Thank you,” he said carefully.

      “Maybe you’d like to help with my problem?” He wasn’t sure what she meant until she waggled her eyebrows.

      “You mean...with the...?” He pointedly dropped his gaze to a lower point on her body, then realized it was an extremely creepy gesture and snapped his eyes back to her face.

      She nodded solemnly. “Yes. With that.” She pointed at the spot he’d just eyed. When he didn’t respond, her nodding slowed, then stopped entirely before she changed it to a negative shake. “No. Right? It’s a no?”

      “I don’t... Veronica, I don’t know what to say. You’re really drunk. We shouldn’t even be talking about this.”

      “I know. I’m sorry. I’m trying to let people see the real me.”

      He swallowed hard, wishing he had another beer to wet his dry mouth. Or maybe something with caffeine instead of alcohol so he could navigate this minefield more deftly.

      “You’re so cute,” she said mournfully, reaching up to slowly pat his cheek. Her fingers lingered, stroking down his beard. “Huh. It’s soft.”

      “Thank you?” he ventured.

      She looked so startlingly pretty when she grinned at him that Gabe finally snapped out of his shock and stood straight. “Okay. That’s it. Let’s get you to bed.”

      “Yay!” she cheered, pumping her fists in triumph.

      “Just you,” he clarified. “Not me. You need to sleep this off. This might be a little more of the real you