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I can’t keep my smile under check as I watch her.

She eyes me and my smile. “You’re joking, right?”

“Nope.” I shake my head. “I work for NASA at the Johnson Space Center.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Do you want to see my badge?”

“Is that some kind of sick and twisted NASA innuendo?”

“No.” I laugh. “Check my glove compartment.”

Her eyes squint like she still doesn’t believe me, but her curiosity gets the best of her. She opens the box, pulling out a lanyard with my picture and the Johnson Space Center logo.

“You're a freaking rocket scientist?”

“I told you.”

She throws her arm out the window. “Of course you are!”

“So, it looks like you’ll be giving me that second date after all.”

CHAPTER 5

REMI

I told myself that seeing Matt again wouldn’t affect me.

I was sooooo wrong.

This is going to be the longest weekend of my life.

I glance in his direction.

He shaved yesterday, which means he has the perfect amount of stubble dotting his jawline.

His sitting position makes his shorts ride up, showing off his muscular thighs.

I’m a sucker for solid thighs.

I avert my eyes to the window.

I will not admire Matt’s sexy man thighs. Nor will I think about how good he smells. Thanks for nothing, Old Spice.

“So, how was the flight?” Jana asks, turning her head to look at us.

Our gazes meet for a brief second.

“Fine,” he says, while I answer, “Horrible,” at the same time.

Jana’s eyes bounce back and forth between us. “Okayyyy,” she holds the word out. “So, you’re both ready for some fun?”

“Yep.” Another unison answer.

“Tonight,” Reece says, glancing at us through the rearview mirror, “we’re going to Duval Street. We have dinner reservations at a seafood house.”

“I love seafood.” Matt smiles back at Reece, but it doesn’t reach his eyes.

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