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get close
to her.
    He still wore the kind of expression where
he looked to be one muscle twitch away from throwing her over his
shoulder and taking her someplace private. The way they'd been
going at...
    Brooke placed two fingers over her swollen
lips, doing her best not to glance at Dane again, because she would
let him cart her off and do something caveman to her.
    He cleared his throat. “Hey, Naomi.”
    Brooke had been right. Her friend had just
been happy to watch their awkward post-kiss reactions. “Dane, how
are you today?”
    He laughed at the not-so-innocent question.
Out the corner of her eye, she could see him reaching for his
laptop. “I'm just going to head back to work.” For a long moment he
was quiet. “Brooke,” he said.
    He hadn't said her name any
differently. She frowned, because there were the two choices again:
lust or loathing. How long had he looked at her like that? Since
the first time they'd exchanged harsh words. Yeah, for a year. But
knowing the difference, without a doubt? Brooke definitely couldn't
ask with Naomi standing there, so she made a noise that sat somewhere between frustrated and
horny.
    “ Like we were talking about
before...with the calendars,” she said.
    “ Huh,” he said, narrowing
his eyes at her. “I'll email you a list of bachelors.”
    “ Bachelors?” Naomi
asked.
    His gaze swung to Brooke for confirmation,
and the heat had yet to dim. He said, “We're doing another calendar
to compare the demographics between a bachelor one and the cars
one. Brooke and I have a bet on it.”
    “ What's the wager?” her
friend asked.
    A simple question, but Brooke was too
distracted to immediately answer. His lips were swollen. She'd made
them that way. She'd mauled him in the town square and wanted to do
it again.
    She looked away to Naomi. “We hadn't ironed
out that part yet.”
    “ Lunch tomorrow?” He
straightened his collar. Back to being clean-cut Dane, but
clean-cut or not, he kissed with an edge.
    Shit. She didn't care about the fear of him
being just like her ex, changing herself for him. All she wanted
was to experience Dane who kissed with an edge again.
    “ Sure.”
    She couldn't help the head tilt when he
walked away. What his hands and mouth felt like would be at the
forefront of her mind for days. Maybe weeks. She wanted to know
what his legs felt like between hers.
    Okay. She was lying to herself. The first
order of business would be finding out just how firm his ass was.
She cursed and closed her eyes. The bench wobbled. She peeked and
saw her friend's smile had widened as she down.
    Brooke sighed, disgruntled. “Just get it out
now so we can move on and I can eat the rest of my ham sandwich in
peace.”
    Naomi crossed her legs, turning toward her.
“You aren't my friend anymore, remember? So I'm not going to ask.
Tell me how many cars you need.”
    “ If I were a violent person
I'd flick you in the forehead right now. It's what my big brother
taught me.”
    “ Shaking in my heels.”
Naomi cleared her throat. “Well, I guess that means the calendar is
going well. Glad to have this update. I'll talk to the photographer
to see if she will be willing to do the bachelor
calendar.”
    “ And maybe you should be
on-site for it.”
    Naomi glared at the subtle suggestion for
her to find a lover. “I bet Dane will be on the list of
bachelors.”
    This was her chance. She thought of what
would be worse than getting caught kissing him. Absolutely nothing.
“And I'd be there with bells and whistles. Happy?”
    “ Not until you sound happy
about it.” Naomi paused. “Not until you tell me what
happened.”
    Brooke had been inspecting his hand and then
his mouth was on hers. It still felt natural and right. It was
crazy. “Chemistry.”
    “ And?”
    Brooke didn't know what happened, what had
changed to even begin to dissect it. “I don't like him any more
than I did this morning. I never said he wasn't good looking.”
    “ But you never kissed him
before,