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“Because if I see him, I’m going to want to do more than talk.” An understatement if there ever was one.

“Ohhh,” she drew out the word. “Would that be so bad? What if, and hear me out here, what if maybe you don’t like him, like him, but you just want to sleep with him.”

“You think I just want to have sex with him?” That had her raising her eyebrows.

“I have no idea, but you just said if you saw him, you were afraid you’d sleep with him.”

“Can you quit saying sleep with him? It’s sex. We’d be having sex.” And now she was thinking about having sex with Noah. Again.

“Fine, sex. Why not just have sex with him? That would definitely tell you if it’s the only thing you want from him.”

That had her stopping to think. It wasn't the worst idea in the world. Plus, going with Celia’s idea meant she got to have sex with Noah.

Win-win in her book.

“Could I do that?” She bit her lip, wondering if this was possible.

Celia shrugged. “I don’t see why not. You obviously have some sort of chemistry. Maybe he’d be happy.”

Zara let the thought run through her mind over and over and over again. It seemed like the perfect option. Maybe she didn’t like him as more than someone she wanted to have sex with. Maybe after a night of hot, sweaty sex, she could move on.

There was a tiny voice in the back of her mind that told her not to do it. That it would not solve her problem.

She was going to ignore that voice and do what she knew would make her feel good.

Chapter 4

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Noah

His body was coiled tight as he threw the ball back and forth with Heath. It was coiled tight all night thanks to a sexy, snarky, sweet, contrary woman who had occupied his thoughts since he’d hung his head and walked away from her door the night before.

Zara.

She’d shocked him silly in the car after dinner with her words and that kiss.

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