The New Year's Eve Club, no. 3
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He was tall and whipcord lean, just like a hero out of the old movies that were her favorites. His grey hat was pushed back on his head, revealing again that curly dark blond hair. Today he wore no chaps, but that didn’t stop her from instinctually checking out his backside. Nothing like Levi’s and boots to make a man look manly.