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I watch her face contort into an expression that seems as though she’s debating with herself.

Did last night affect her as it affected me? Or could it be only wishful thinking clouding my judgment? Just when I thought I had so many questions after last night, I’m now facing more.

A few moments pass before her face slides back into a neutral expression. “You seem like a nice guy, but I’m not interested.”

“Let me try to change your mind,” I insist.

She hesitates. “Thanks, but no thanks. I-I’m too busy.”

“You weren’t too busy when you let me rest my head between your legs,” I whisper in her ear.

She scoffs. “You’re disgusting, you know that?” After grabbing a wad of trash, she aggressively shoves it in a nearby trash can.

I cross my arms over my chest. “It’s the truth, and you know it.”

“Read my lips. Not. Interested.”

“Give me one good reason why, and I’ll leave you alone.”

She stands in panicked silence. Her mouth is moving, but no words are coming out. She can’t give me an answer. Could she be struggling for words because deep down she wants to say yes? If that is true, what could be holding her back?

I have two choices: Do the smart thing and let her go, or do the dumb thing and don’t stop until she orders me away. If she’s not serious, then she’s not serious. But I want her to give me the benefit of the doubt before she’s completely made up her mind.

I’d like to think I’m smart about a lot of things, but with her I don’t think I can be.

Something happened between us last night. I swear it felt like a connection. And based on her hesitance right now, I think she felt it, too.

I interject. “All I’m saying is sometimes you have to test drive the car before you buy it.”

She chuckles. “Trust me, I’ve looked at the car and got all that I needed.”

“You sure? You haven’t finished popping the hood, baby.” I wink.

“No thanks, Carvana. I’m all good.” She walks off.

I laugh at her comeback. Sharp and full of wit. Hell, yeah.

I spend the next half hour finishing up the cleaning process behind the bar. Though most of my focus is on my work, it doesn’t stop me from looking over at her every now and then.

I’ll let her process things for a bit, but I fully intend on winning her over.

Chapter Three

Monday, September 5

Dallas, TX

Kami

“Spill.” Kiera pulls open the passenger side door of my car and climbs inside.

I gape. “You got up at the ass crack of dawn just to ask me that?”

After my encounter with Ian on Friday night, I know Kiera has questions. Not just about how I know him, but also about the way I reacted to seeing him. Instead of playing it cool, I went into panic mode, especially when he called my bluff on more than one occasion.

I’ve been telling Kiera over the past few days nothing was happening, or had happened, between us. But since my bestie is here when she’d rather be fast asleep in her bed, there’s no doubt in my mind she’s looking for real answers.

“Yes, I did. So spill the tea.”

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