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SWEET TEXAS DREAMS

by:   T. Juanice Harris aka sweetjuaniceh


Prologue

She tried swallowing her fears, but they caught in her throat momentarily. Knowing she heard someone trying to enter the bathroom, with the full knowledge her roommate was out of town, Beth Waters quietly stepped out of the bathtub. This is what I get for trying to relax! . She now she stood soaking wet and shaking from the cool air coming from under the bathroom door. She looked at her hazy reflection in the steam-heated mirror. Beth decided to take this bull like she would any other, by the horns. Listening to the sounds of the person who had violated her space moving throughout the apartment she grabbed her towel and secured it around her body. She inched the door open slowly, wishing she had brought her clothing with her to change after her bath. Remembering her self-defense class and reached for a can of hairspray to use as her weapon.

A hand shot out and grabbed her by the wrist and hauled her out into the apartment hallway. Before she could press the spray nozzle her assailant knocked the can out of her hand. Realizing the person was male, she used her next plan of attack, bringing her knee up into his groin area.

She headed through the small hallway, almost falling over the back of the sofa as she made her turn for the front door, she heard her name being called in a muffled voice. Stopping only for a moment to see who this obviously deranged stalker was who knew her by name, she looked back over her shoulder. He was looking up from his position with pain in those gray eyes.

Oh, no. She had just caused great damage in the area of the one man she never wanted to hurt in her life. Stephen Walden.

"Stay away," he growled in a raspy voice as he used the wall to hold himself upright. The pain was beginning to subside as Beth walked closer him. He knew she was a hellcat, but did she have to help cause him to be fatherless too! This is what I get for coming home trying to talk some sense into Stacey! His parents told him his little sister had gotten a job, moved out on her own, and now she had gone away with a man. His last phone call was a very heated one that left only a dial tone in his ear after she told him she was not a child and would live her life any way she saw fit. Now, here he stood, facing the reason he knew Stacey thought the way she did. Beth Waters. Baker's own version of a tornado with legs.

"Stephen, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to ...wait a minute. What are you doing prowling around in my apartment like some pervert?" demanded Beth with her hands on her hips.

"I came to take Stacey back home where she belongs. I got a key from my mother, where is she Beth?" he asked trying to keep his gaze on her face not on the swell of her breasts just within his reach.

"You'd better get ready to throw around some snowballs down under if you think I'm going to tell you anything, get out before I cause more damage to you," said Beth standing her ground. She had completely forgotten the towel wrapped around her body, it was loosening itself from its snug position.

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