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back was that I was sure we were about to experience a classic, ‘When Harry met Sally’ moment.”
    She laughs again.
    God, I love that she thinks I’m funny.
    I open the passenger door for her and she pauses before climbing inside. She looks up at me. “You realize that classic scene is Sally proving a point about how easy it is for women to fake orgasms, right?”
    God, I love that I think she’s funny.
    “Do I have to take you home yet?” I ask.
    “Depends on what you have in mind next.”
    “Nothing really,” I admit. “I just don’t want to take you home yet. We could go to the park next to my house. They have a jungle gym.”
    She grins. “Let’s do it,” she says, holding up a tight fist in front of her.
    I naturally bring my fist up and bump hers. She hops into the car and I shut her door, dumbfounded over the fact that she just fist bumped me.
    The girl just fist bumped me and it was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
    I walk to my side of the car and open the door, then take a seat. Before I crank the car I turn to look at her. “Are you really a guy?”
    She raises an eyebrow, then pulls the collar of her shirt out and takes a quick glance down at her chest. “Nope. Pretty damn girl,” she says.
    “Are you dating someone?”
    She shakes her head.
    “Are you leaving the country tomorrow?”
    “Nope,” she says, her face obviously confused by my line of questions.
    “What’s your deal, then?”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Everyone has something and I can’t figure yours out. You know, that one thing about themselves that’s eventually a deal-breaker.” I crank the car and begin to back out. “I want to know what yours is right now. My heart can’t take another second of these tiny little things you do that drive me completely insane.”
    Her smile changes. It grows from a genuine smile to a guarded one. “We all have deal-breakers, Daniel. Some of us just hope we can keep them hidden forever.”
    She rolls down her window again and the noise makes it impossible to continue the conversation. I’m almost positive the overwhelming scent of perfume is gone, so I’m curious if her need for the noise is why she rolled down the window this time.
    • • •
    “Do you bring all your dates here?” she asks.
    I think about her question for a minute before answering. “Pretty much,” I finally say after silently tallying the ends of all my dates. “I did take this chick out once in eleventh grade but I took her home during the middle of the date because she got a stomach virus. I think she’s the only one I never brought here.”
    She digs her heels into the dirt and comes to a stop in the swing. I’m standing behind her, so she turns around and looks up at me. “Seriously? You’ve brought all but one girl here?”
    I shrug. Then nod. “Yeah. But none of them has ever wanted to literally play before. We usually just make out.”
    We’ve been here half an hour and already she’s made me watch her on the monkey bars, push her on the merry-go-round and now I’ve been pushing her while she swings for the last ten minutes. I’m not complaining, though. It’s nice. Really nice.
    “Have you ever had sex out here?” she asks.
    I’m not sure how to take her bluntness. I’ve never really met anyone who asks the same straightforward questions I would, so I’m beginning to feel a little sympathetic to the people I put on the spot like this. I glance around the park until I see the makeshift wooden castle. I point to it. “You see the castle?”
    She turns her head to look at the castle. “You had sex in there?”
    I drop my arm and slide both my hands into the back pockets of my jeans. “Yep.”
    She stands and begins to walk in that direction.
    “What are you doing?” I ask her. I’m not sure why she’s heading toward the castle, but I’m almost positive it’s not because she’s weird and wants to have sex in the same spot I had sex with Val two weeks ago.
    Does