Page 15 of The Backup Bride Proposal

“Does this guy—or lady?…”

“It’s a guy.”

“Okay. Does this guy think it’s a date? Just the two of you?”

She shrugged. “Maybe. Probably.”

“Then it’s a date. And I am not a third-wheel kind of guy. Go have fun. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Now she felt guilty, though she had no idea why. She wasn’t responsible for Kane August’s social life.

“Great. See you later, Kane.”

“Yeah, see ya, Mae.”

She got into her car and started to back out. He turned and walked away and she couldn’t help but scope out his very fine ass and his very sexy walk.

Damn.

She met Carl at the restaurant. He was nice enough, certainly fine looking. He could hold his own in a conversation, which was one of her top priorities before accepting a date. But her thoughts wandered to Kane throughout the meal, and she realized that no matter how attractive Carl was, or how engaging he was in conversation, there were just no sparks between them.

He had figured that out, too, because once she had boxed up her leftovers and they had walked out of the restaurant, he gave her a quick hug and told her this had been fun. Which it had. Nothing wrong with enjoying a nice meal with a good guy. But she knew she wouldn’t be seeing him again.

Which was too bad. Not that she kept guys around for long, but she’d been really busy lately and a hot, steamy date was exactly what she’d needed. Unfortunately, this date had been neither hot nor steamy.

She pulled into the parking lot and grabbed the pizza box, intending to head to the house. Instead, for some reason her feet walked her toward the production lot where the trailers were located.

She searched out the names on the trailers, found Kane’s name and started up the steps, feeling immediately ridiculous for even showing up here. What, exactly, did she think she was doing?

“Is that for me?”

She flipped around on the steps, nearly stumbling at the sound of Kane’s voice behind her.

“Oh. Yes. I thought you might like to have this. I mean, you probably have better food here than any of our restaurants…”

“Like I mentioned earlier, I love pizza.” He gave her a hungry look, a look she recognized. The kind of look a guy gave a woman—one that had nothing to do with food.

Yeah. Hot and steamy.

“Then I hope you like it.” She made her way down the steps.

He walked toward her. “I’m sure I will.”

She handed him the box. Their fingers touched and it was like she’d been zapped by electricity. Their eyes met and that zing between them was amplified by…well, by a lot.

“Thanks,” he said. “You wanna come join me?”

Tempting. And a very bad idea. “I don’t think I should.”

He cocked his head to the side. “Why not? Nothing’s going to happen.”

She wondered why, then realized she should be relieved. Still, she felt sort of insulted. She knew she was hot. Not Hollywood hot, but she was pretty. Damn him for making her question it at all.

“What do you mean nothing’s going to happen?”

He laughed. “Because we don’t even know each other.”

“Oh, right. And you don’t pick up women and take them to bed without even knowing them.”

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