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“Okay. Because of what Kenzie said?”

She shook her head. “No. Just, we barely know each other.”

That was fair. I nodded. “Okay. No worries.”

Sydney looked up at me. She was silent for a moment, still breathing heavily. “If…if you want more, then…what about a date?”

A date.

I didn’t really do that.

But for Sydney? I could be convinced. Easily.

“When and where?”

“Tomorrow.” She took another deep breath, relaxing. “My place. I’ll cook for you.”

“That sounds nice. Can I get your address?”

She nodded and pulled a tiny notepad and pen from her purse, writing down her address and a time—seven p.m. I knew the street she lived on, and imagined she was in one of the little duplexes people rented.

“There you go.” She patted my hand as she put the paper in it. “See you at seven?”

“See you at seven, then.”

Sydney nodded. She slipped into the car, buckling her seatbelt. Smart girl.

“I’ll text you,” she said. “Um…have a good night.”

“You, too, Sydney. See you tomorrow.” I closed the door and stepped back, watching as she backed out of her parking space. She turned onto the main road. I stood there watching until she turned down another street and I lost sight of her.

A date. What the hell had I just agreed to? I shook my head, turning to go back inside the bar.

After that, I needed another drink.

Chapter Eleven

Sydney

I got home, sighing as I locked the front door behind me.

I needed to know more about Ryker.

He was gorgeous and rough around the edges, and everything about him turned me on faster than I’d ever imagined was possible.

Mark had certainly never done that to me.

Maybe that was the appeal. Ryker was the polar opposite of Mark. Mark had always felt safe, stable. Normal. He was clean-cut, no ink, a conservative dresser. And Ryker was…

Well, he was none of that.

He was sexy. And mysterious. The air of danger about him made me want more.

I shook my head, going into my room. I stripped out of my clothes, tossing them on the floor, and dropped onto my bed—well, my mattress on the floor.

I dug BOB out of the nightstand. With Ryker on my mind, I held my vibrator exactly where I wanted it. I closed my eyes, thinking of him—how he smelled, how it had felt to run my fingers over his tattoo.

I gasped his name as I came, shaking on the bed.

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