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I wanted to believe that, but the last guy I had given my real number to hadn’t called me. Guys didn’t call me. I was used to that. I was not used to whatever the hell was going on with Heath.
“Oh. That’s okay.”
“I’m not done with you, Devney.”
The way he said that, with that deep growl? Damn it. I had to press my thighs together. I still had to go into work and act like I knew what the fuck I was doing.
“Oh. That’s good.”
Oh. My. God.
That was what I said? I was an intelligent independent businesswoman, and yet poof. There went the brain cells.
“Unless you want me to be done with you, and then we’ll see.” He shrugged as he said it, looking far too growly and sexy for his own good.
“I don’t know if I want you to be done with me?” I paused. “I can’t believe I just said that out loud and in such a high squeaky voice.”
He grinned, his eyes brightening. Damn it, he was good-looking.
“I want more.” He paused, and I let out a shaky breath. “Let’s have fun. We’ll make that lie a reality.”
My mouth went dry, and my knees went weak—and I was still sitting down. I swallowed and nodded. “Okay. So, I guess like you said. A good time, whatever that means?”
He leaned forward, and since it was a small table, I could feel the heat of him. I licked my lips. I hadn’t meant to, but when his gaze went straight to my lips, and narrowed as he looked back up at me, I knew I was in trouble.
Good trouble.
“Oh yes, we’ll have a good time. I’ll make sure of it.”
He leaned forward and wiped the foam from my chin before he stood up, slid his thumb into his mouth, and walked out of the café, leaving me sitting there, slightly damp, slightly embarrassed, and far more confused than I ever thought possible.
ChapterFive
Heath
Istill didn’t know what I had been thinking, but there was no going back now. I’d thought about Devney since the first time I had seen her. The first minute she walked into the bar, I had about lost my damn mind. We had spoken one word to each other, maybe two. And she smiled, and then gone off with what I had to assume now was one of her siblings. I’d told Ace about her. Just an instance where you remember someone that made you smile, that tweaked a certain interest. But nothing was ever supposed to come from that. Nothing ever did. And yet here I was, on my way to pick her up for our date. I offered to pick her up or meet her at the head of the trail, unsure what she would prefer. After all, I didn’t want to seem like a creeper. If she didn’t want me knowing where she lived, I wouldn’t. But she had rattled off her address, and now I was on my way to see her.
Even if this was the last time I would see her, I would deal. This was just casual, fun. A quick hike that was a date. Because I was her fake not-fake boyfriend. Whatever the hell that meant.
I was just her good time, and I was fine with that.
I shook my head as I pulled into her driveway, noticing the small ranch house with large windows and a cute porch. She had a rocker in the front, though no cushions. I didn’t blame her, because the weather in Colorado was odd enough that it could rain one minute and be sunny the next. Cushions didn’t stand a chance.
I got out of the car and made my way to the front door. She opened it before I got halfway there and waved.
“I saw you on my doorbell camera. I have it set so I can see whoever goes near my driveway and it alerts me. Which isn’t great whenever the neighborhood kids like to ride their bikes in my driveway, but I digress.” She let out a deep breath, and grinned. “Sorry. I’m talking really fast.”
I smiled and gestured towards her hiking boots.
“You’re dressed for the occasion though. You look good.” I leaned down and brushed my lips against hers. This was a date. We were making her lies real. When she shivered, smiling softly against my lips, I figured I’d made the right choice.
“Hi,” she said and sighed softly. “That was nice. And thank you. They’re old hiking boots, so they’re broken in. I have another set of boots that I need to break in, but I figured getting blisters today and whining about it wouldn’t be very fun.”
“True, but you need to break them in some time.”
“I just walk around my house with extra socks on. Not the most exciting way to spend an evening, but it works.”
“Pretty much. I remember the first time my brothers and I went on a hike, and my youngest brother hadn’t broken in his shoes yet. Let’s just say he cursed us out.”
