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“Seriously?” he asks as his brows draw down in confusion.

“Yeah, why?”

“Didn’t take you for a fast-food kind of girl.” He lifts a shoulder.

“What kind of girl did you take me for, then?”

“The fine-dining kind.”

“I’ve had some of the finest dinners in the world. But once in a while, a girl just wants a burger.” I don’t tell him that it also happens to be the place with the least amount of chance that we’ll be seen.

A few minutes later, Tommy pulls up to the drive-through window. “What do you want?” he asks.

After we order our food, I unbuckle my belt and get comfortable in my seat. “Are you sure it’s okay to eat in this car?”

Tommy lifts a questioning brow. “You planning on making a mess?”

“I don’t plan on it, but I could.” I kick off my shoes and tuck my feet up under my ass.

“It’s fine. Nothing a detail can’t fix,” Tommy says.

“So, why’d you really come by to see me?” I ask him.

“I heard what happened and wanted to check up on you.”

“Why?”

“I’m not really sure. I just had this feeling that I needed to see you.” He shrugs.

My smile is huge as I tell him, “You like me.”

“Have you looked in a mirror, babe? They’re ain’t nothing not to like.” Tommy’s eyes drift to my legs.

“Oh, so you’re just interested in my body and not my sparkling personality?”

“Mabilia, you beat a woman unconscious in my bar last night. Trust me, your personality isn’t sparkling. It’s fire, and I like it.”

I lean over the center of the car, grab his face in my hands, and slam my lips over his. I’ve never wanted to kiss someone so damn much before.

Chapter Six

Ismile into the kiss, letting Mabilia have control of the moment. And then, as if a switch was flipped, I take over. My hand pulls on her hair, tipping her head back to give myself a better angle. My tongue duels with hers for control. She’s feisty. I told her she was on fire, and I meant it.

I have no doubt Mabilia is going to burn me alive. And I’m here for it. I’ll go out tomorrow and get a fire extinguisher inpreparation for when that day comes. Because sure as shit, this will not be the last time I see this girl.

A tap on my window has me groaning and pulling away. I wind it down and take the paper bags full of terrible food. “Just so we’re clear, I would have taken you anywhere. This isn’t exactly how I’d do a first date.”

“Is this a date?” Mabilia asks, throwing a fry into her mouth.

“You’re in my car. I bought you a meal. We kissed. It’s a date,” I tell her.

“First, though? That would indicate there’s going to be a second.”

“Eat your burger. You’re mean when you’re hungry.”

Mabilia chuckles. “I just kissed you. Thatwasme being nice.”

Then she takes a bite out of her burger. Ketchup mixed with oil drips down her chin. So I reach over, wipe the sauce off with my thumb, and suck it clean.

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