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She lifted a hand and touched her cheek. It was nice to smile big enough that her cheeks were starting to hurt. "So if you're not scared off by me-"
"Dinner?"
There she went again, smiling.
It was beginning to become a habit around him.
A dangerous one at that.
She was in serious danger of falling for an officer of the law.
Worse than that, he was a Texas Ranger. With how much he worked, she was pretty sure she wouldn't have much of a chance to bump into her father.
If her luck held out he might be in a different city than San Antonio.
Aww, who was she kidding, she had shit luck when it came to her father.
With a shake of her head, she pushed thoughts of him away.
"Is that shake for me? Or... some conversation you're having in your head?"
Wincing, she looked up at him. "I tend to get lost in my thoughts. Sorry."
He shook his head, smiling. "Better to get lost in them rather than having none at all."
"Is that a cowboy thing?"
"Is what a cowboy thing?"
She'd blurted out the question. And hadn't really made it all that clear. "The quippy phrase thing. You have this way of saying things sometimes that I think we should be sitting around a campfire with crackling logs and toasting marshmallows."
"That's an idea when we're back in San Antonio," he smiled. "I'll take you camping."
She put up a hand and held it between them. "Uh... My idea of roughing it is when the power goes out and I have to use my power bank to charge my phone so I can do work."
Weston took her hand and stepped in closer until their joined hands were just a couple of inches away from each other. "And you think I work a lot."
Tracy opened her mouth to argue with him, but then the words sank in.
The mirror she was staring into wasn't very pretty.
A sinking feeling was starting to build in her stomach.
Weston tightened the hold he had on her hand. "That's one of the first things you need to do to relax. Is put work to the side and focus on what's right in front of you."
She had half a mind to pull back because she knew that every minute she spent with Weston would only make it harder for her if they... if they didn't work.
She'd had a handful of dates throughout her life and even a few hours with her dates was torture.
Things with Weston felt good.
Too good.
And that was setting her more on edge than anything else. He'd distract her and then she'd relax only to be on guard again.
Spending time with him was dangerous because if left her wanting more.
"I'll make you a deal."
