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“Is it too steamy for you?” I teased.

Shep’s eyes sparkled with an intensity that slid fire over my skin.

“Not in the slightest.”

I wiggled in my seat and watched him watching me. “Is that why you invited me out? To have fun?”

Shep’s smile only widened. “Is that what you want?”

Chapter Seven

Dares Run in the Family

Shep

Dear Lord, this woman is setting me ablaze. Her eyes cooled as she poked at me like a lion caged in a zoo.

She ate men like me for an appetizer, and for some awful reason, I eagerly wanted to be forked.

Lucy contemplated my question, her eyes narrowed, and she let out a hiss. “I’ll let you know after dinner.”

“Dinner?” I blurted.

Her right brow rose sharply. “You’ve got plans?”

I shrugged and let out a sigh. “No plans, but this is just a sudden change. Is this a dare or something to teach me a lesson?”

Lucy furrowed her brows and smiled. “A dare?”

I laughed, realizing my sister and her friends had really screwed with my sense of reality. “Crazy sister and friends. Long story.” I waved my hands to dismiss it.

“I’ve got time. I just need to go to the office for a few hours while you decide where you want to take me.”

Man, she was refreshing.

And confusing.

When I looked at her, the softness of her features and the gentle sway of her curves created a false vulnerability because the moment she opened her mouth, I wasn’t sure what to expect.

And I loved it. I shouldn’t have, but I did.

Which was probably why I was single. I liked to be tortured, and there were few who stood up to the challenge.

But a divorce lawyer?

Bingo.

“Do tell me about this sister of yours.” She flashed a wicked grin that about did me in.

“Back in high school, she and her friends got together, as teenagers do, and swore to one another that they’d never date whoever their Mr. Wrongs were. They each made a list and promised they’d never date that type of guy. Flash forward to turning almost thirty, and they all decided to dig up their Mr. Wrongs and date them before they turned the big one.”

Lucy looked completely intrigued. “The big one?”

I smiled. “Thirty.”

She chuckled. “Been there, done that.”

Hmm, not that it mattered, but I wondered how old she was. I would have guessed not quite thirty.

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