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very sensitive. That wasn’t normal, either. The front door opened. Robert had a half-day of stubble and helmet hair from the hard hat. He grinned when he saw her standing there, in her heels, twisting one behind her back. He wore dusty blue jeans and a plaid shirt she had bought for him. Deanna tried to say the lines and nothing came out. He pecked her on the lips. Deanna inhaled, involuntarily. The scent of a day’s worth of hard work and sweat climbed off him, onto her, and right up to the center of her head. It touched the huge wobbling cushion that was her new libido and stamped up and down. Hard. There was just so much of him. Every since they had come out to this cow town, Robert’s masculine, testosterone-laced scent had