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she'd stolen his heart before he realized it had happened.  And the rebel had fallen madly in love with the cheerleader.  The funny thing was, she seemed to feel the same way.  She was good for him.  Jack even had thoughts of settling down someday.  Until the night her ex-boyfriend found them together in a rather uncompromising situation.  He'd paid dearly for that, and he suspected she had too. 
                  They had been lying on a blanket under the stars on the beach along the shore of Lake Michigan.  Jack was making love to Lexy when the carload of boys had driven up.  The scene that followed hadn’t been pretty.  He’d sported two black eyes for a while.  He had noticed that she had a lot of make-up on one side of her face, her long golden red hair covering it.  She'd worn long sleeved blouses with high collars for a while, too. 
                  They had not talked again in person.  When he was getting ready to leave after school got out, he had  planned on asking her to secretly elope before college, but he couldn’t get near her during school or otherwise. He had watched her, worshipped her, from a distance, waiting until they were together again.
                  Jack could never quite forget her, no matter how hard he tried.  Even after he had finally called just before he left-her mother had told him her daughter never wanted to see him again.   Apparently she’d chosen Tom, not him.
                  Jack Wyatt still remembered the moment when they’d gotten into her father’s car for the first time.  They had started kissing,  Holding her beautiful, soft face in his hands, tasting the sweetness of her mouth, seeing the look of surrender in her eyes, noticing her full rounded breasts had given him the shivers.  He couldn’t recall a first exchange so vividly.  Lexy had looked almost too magnificent to touch.  Jack had wanted to enjoy the exploration of her, savoring every precious advance toward realizing the fullness in his hungry hands.  Visions of brushing his forearm just below the tender skin of her neck, feeling the softness of her cleavage against his arm, nearly drove him nuts imagining the enjoyment that she was going to bring him.  When Lexy allowed him to further caress her, feeling all the wonders of her bosom, he’d known then that he would never feel anything so extraordinary again....except with her.
                  Jack had felt like a young kid in a candy store that night with Lexy.  And she had given him a permanent sweet tooth...for Lexy Latton Kane.  No one had even come close to turning him on like she had.
                  He looked up suddenly and stared at the dark eyes reflected in the mirror behind the bar.  Suddenly he felt old, ancient.  Those azure eyes of hers, veiled by long, velvety lashes, hid shadowy secrets.  He hadn't  imagined it, he was sure.  For the short moments she'd gazed at him with those blue eyes that still haunted his dreams every so often, a hint of sadness so immense had been very apparent, if only for a instant.  For some reason it made him morose to see it.  Now that was something, wasn’t it.  Jack Wyatt caring about anything.
                  Why had she married that big dumb idiot anyway?  Maybe because she knew from the start that there was no future with a scoundrel like him.  Yet, she’d given herself without reservation to him that night, long ago.  She’d told him she loved him. 
                  But could he tell her back?  Oh, no.  Not Mr. Macho man.  He didn’t need to tell her.  She was his for the taking.  And she’d taken someone else.  Lexy Latton had made it plain that her choice was that overgrown, muscle bound moron, and that she didn’t want to see him again.   
                  His eyes came into focus again.  The laughter slowly invaded his senses again.  Yeah.  Maybe someday,