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“Driving me crazy.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips, then handed her a yellow rose.

“Thank you. Come inside while I put this in water and get my purse.”

“Nope. I’m staying right here because if I come in there, we won’t make it to dinner.”

“If I wasn’t so hungry, I wouldn’t care.”

“Damn, Markie. Don’t say things like that.” He stepped closer and inhaled her light perfume. “I have not stop thinking about that sex. I want you, but I won’t pressure you.”

“Okay.” She walked to the fridge, put the rose inside, picked up her purse, then faced him. “I might pressure you though.”

“How am I supposed to get through dinner now?”

She cupped his cheek in her hand. “We’ll get through it together.”

Nate kissed her lips again, then looked past her.

“You have a cat,” he said with a grimace.

“I just got her this week. Someone turned her in, and I brought her home.”

“Well, I’m glad you gave her a home…”

“But?”

“Nothing. Just not a fan of cats. I like horses and dogs.”

“I like them too, but I’ve never been on a horse.”

“I could teach you to ride,” he said with a smirk.

Markie cocked her head. “Are we still talking about horses?”

“When did you become so evil?”

She laughed. “Since I met you, I’ve been having naughty thoughts.”

“Sweetheart, you can be naughty with me anytime. We’ll discuss this later. We’d better go, or we’ll miss our reservation.” He held his hand out to her, and she placed hers in it.

“I’m five foot six, wearing four-inch heels, and you’re still a lot taller.”

“I’m six five. Both my parents are tall. My dad’s the same as me, and my mom is five eleven.”

“I love tall men,” she said, then grinned when Nate smirked.

He waited as she locked the door, then held her hand as they made their way down the stairs. He led her around the passenger side, opened the door, and helped her get in, then he strode around the front, and climbed in behind the wheel. He glanced at her to see her smiling at him. Nate shook his head, chuckled, and drove out of the alleyway.

They rode in silence to the restaurant. He did his best to keep his eyes off her legs, but he’d always been a leg man and hers were tight and toned.

He pulled into a spot, shut the truck off, got out, and walked around to open the door for her. She turned on the seat to look at him.

“Your manners impress the hell out of me.”

Nate laughed. “My mother would thank you.”

“She’d be proud of you. So many younger men don’t have manners these days.”

“True. Come on, we’re running a little late.”

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