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“No, I can see clearly, babe. I see the beauty sitting across from me.” I scoff at his words.

My head tilts to the side, taking in him watching me watch him and I have to ask the question that is burning in my mind.

“Is this some lame attempt to get closer to Darian?” I scoff. “You would not be the first and I can only imagine that you will not be the last, but I can tell you now that it will not work. Darian can find her own men; she will not stand for men using me to get to her. So give up now,” I rant, which to my surprise makes him laugh, and lean back in his seat.

My chest heaves, but damn it feels good to get ahead of the wave.

He says nothing for a few seconds, then he pushes to his feet, moving around the table like a lion stalking his prey. My widened eyes follow his every step as he comes to sit next to me and I take in how his jeans fit snuggly to his thick, powerful thighs.

When he sits, his knees brush against my thigh, making me gasp. One of his hands goes to the back of my chair, while the other snakes along the table, caging me in of sorts.

I can smell him and I almost groan at the leather, oil, and cinnamon scent that invades my senses.

“No fucking idea who Darian is, babe. I am not a man who beats around the bush; if I want something, I get it. No games, no playbook.” He moves closer. “Any man who uses a woman to get into bed with another is no man, he is a boy trying to play a man. and baby, I am all fucking man, there is nothing boy about me. Have a drink with me and I will show you.”

My breath hitches at his closeness, my nipples tingle and get hard beneath my ribbed camisole and his dropped gaze notices, making him smirk on a satisfied grunt.

“Cocky much?” I blurt out, my eyes widening at my sudden word vomit.

He wags his eyebrows. “Oh, I am plenty cocky, if you know what I mean.”

“I do not believe you, Target.” I cross my arms over my chest, drawing his gaze to my breasts that are now pressing tightly against the material of my shirt.

“Oh, believe me, beautiful, I have plenty cock to share with you.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Oh, it is hard just from the way you are looking at me.”

Before I can toss a retort at him, the children he was with come running past us.

“Mommy is here.”

“Mommy, yay,” gets called and his gaze snaps to the two kids he was with earlier.

He looks down at the table, pulling a piece of paper toward himself, writing down a phone number.

“Call me if you want that drink or something harder.” He pushes to his feet, taking the heat and manly scent with him.

The two children run toward am expensive looking SUV where a stunning blonde woman sits in the front seat as Targetloads the boy and girl into the back. The adults talk, smiling brightly at each other, before he leans into the car window and kisses the woman on the lips, making my tummy sink into the grass.

He is married.

He flirted with me and he is fucking married here with his kids.

Why are men such assholes? Crushing the piece of paper in my hand, I get to my feet, turning my back on them and walking toward the library where I can cool down in the air conditioned room.

I drop the now ball of paper into a nearby trash can as I go.

There is no way that I will ever get involved with a married man, no matter how hot he is.

CHAPTER FIVE

TARGET

“There you go.” I hand the invoice to the gentleman who brought his RV in for a service.

“Much appreciated, young man. I was so happy that you could fit me in. I am taking the Mrs. on a drive down to Santa Monica; she loves the beach and the pier,” he explains.

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