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‘Yes, but I bet it’s not her awards you picture when you think of her,’ she teased

No, he didn’t, but for so in front of hi any other woman to mind

‘You think?’ he said

She laughed and Dare grabbed her and dragged her up onto her toes in the middle of a busy street, forked his hands in her hair and kissed her

After that they headed to his apartment Made love

He couldn’t get enough of her and if he had enough brain cells left in his head he’d probably be worried about that

‘How can you have black coffee when you have this wicked-looking row the beans, collect them, and roast them at the same time?’ she asked

She earing one of his T-shirts and he’d bet nothing underneath He loved it when she did that

‘I like top-shelf stuff,’ he said, thinking of her

She perched on the edge of a stool ‘Because you never had it growing up?’

They’d talked a bit about his childhood Nothing too drastic, just where he’d gone to school, how he’d had to work hard to put hie, his first car—a 1990 Mazda RX-7 he’d been so proud of at the tis he’d never discussed with anyone before

‘Yeah, I suppose so’ He gave her a quick sht not believe this but I was a scrawny kid when I was younger, always co from the bottom’

‘Oh, I bet you liked that!’ She laughed

He grinned ‘I uys tried to push me around about it’

‘What did your dad say? Did he step in and threaten to do the same to them?’

Dare’s grin slipped a notch ‘My father wasn’t around much’

‘Why not?’