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seventy.  Outdated glasses with scratched lenses hung around his neck on a lanyard.  She couldn’t help but wonder at their effectiveness.  Being homeless, it was highly unlikely his prescription was recent or even from the last decade. 
    Meanwhile, she felt the vibration from Chance’s groan clear to her toes.  Watched in fascination as his triceps muscles flexed when he pushed himself off her and opened the door.  She sat up, straightening her clothes while Chance spoke to their visitor. 
    “You shouldn’t be out here, Professor.  You could have caught a bullet.”
    “Nonsense, Romeo.  It was only Mercutio and Tybalt dueling in the square again.  I’ve taken them in hand.  All is quiet now.  You and Juliet may resume your frolicking.”
    Lacey’s face burned in embarrassment and she instantly felt the need to apologize.
    “Professor—”
    “You may call me Shakespeare, Juliet.  It’s only proper after you’ve lain with Romeo, don’t you think?”
    Chance gave Lacey a just-go-along-with-it look and said, “The professor left teaching after a rather intense psychological episode.  Since then he has been the trestle’s resident Bard.”
    Lacey nodded and smiled.  “I see.  In that case, it’s very nice to meet you, Shakespeare.  I’m sorry you found us in such a compromising and awkward position.”
    “Fret not, Juliet. The course of true love never did run smooth,” the professor said, turning his attention to Chance.  “No more hiding in the hedges, Romeo.  Climb the balcony with a thorny rose upon thy lips and take Juliet away from this hell hole.  But leave the apple pies.”
     
    TAKING LACEY HOME SHOULD have been the easiest thing in the world.  But it wasn’t.  After they had gotten the professor safely settled under the trestle, Lacey had handed Chance the keys to her car.   He took them.  Her eyes were pleading and hopeful, and that killed him because he couldn’t be anything better than he was—a murderer.  A man damaged beyond repair. 
    He had died several deaths since she had infiltrated his world.  His hand shook when he turned over the Honda’s ignition.  He hadn’t driven a car in years.  For all he knew, his license had long-since expired.  How would he know? It wasn’t like he had a mail box for the DMV to send notices to.  Besides, he had not planned on going anywhere but down. 
    Now, his entire being was flying at a pace so fast he couldn’t keep up.  The synapses of his brain were firing in all directions. His heart was slamming from one side of his chest to the other, coming alive, feeling things he thought he would never feel again.  The perpetual upward motion of his cock, straining, aching, begging to be inside this woman was pure torture.  And all of this mental, emotional and physical chaos was because of the exceedingly beautiful and curvy Lacey Burke. A woman he didn’t deserve.  A woman he was afraid to let in.  A woman he was certain to disappoint. 
    Her voice had been soft and sweet and expectant as she gave him directions to her apartment.  He knew she was wanting and needing for them to pick up where they had left off.  He also knew they couldn’t.  All he could do was drive her home.  When they arrived, he shut off the car and turned toward her.
    “I’ll walk you to your door.  But then I’ve got to go.  I can’t come inside.  I mean, I should get back to the trestle. It’s where I belong.”
    She frowned.  “No, what you should do is take a shower.”
    Her words stung, reminding him of how filthy he was.  How far he had fallen.
    “Look, Lacey, what happened earlier was a mistake.  I’m no good for you.  Washing the dirt off won’t make me clean.”
    She slammed her delicate hand down on the dashboard, startling him.
    “Damn it, Chance! Why won’t you give me one?”
    Had she really pulled a double entendre with his name? Clever and cute.  It was no damn wonder he couldn’t resist her. But for her sake,