The visiting crew was only supposed to be in town for a few days to help us get rid of our problem. O'Neil is in the wind, and a few days has turned into a couple of weeks. With every day that passes, it gets harder and harder to stay away from the first woman to capture my attention in years. She is as sweet as candy and innocent as a baby lamb. I have no right wanting her the way that I do, but every time I get a whiff of her cotton candy scent, I become even more addicted. I’m going to hell for wanting to make her mine. Her brother will likely kill me if I try. I swear if she asks me for a Shirley Temple one more time, I’m going to lose it and claim her on the fu**ing bar top. She knows what she’s doing to me when she sucks that red cherry into her mouth and stares at me longingly.