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Kelly Harper has no interest in egomaniacs like Dan Jenkins. She also has no patience for the entourage of groupies who follow him while he basks in their attention. Her experience with her ex-fiancé has taught her to steer clear of guys like Dan who see women as no more than a pretty face to parade around.
Dan Jenkins is something of a local celebrity. His charm and good looks ensure he never lacks for female company, but truth be told, he finds their attentions shallow and superficial. No one bothers to get to know who he really is. Trouble is, Dan's not sure he knows either.
Will Kelly be the one to figure out who Dan really is behind the good ol' boy facade? If so, she just might discover a man she never expected—a man worthy of her heart.
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Dan reached into the salty bowl at the same time she did. Their hands bumped. Instead of pulling back, he threaded his fingers through her. “This was fun. Thanks for coming over today.”
“Thanks for letting me barge in and take over your house.”
He smiled. His eyes twinkled. Honest to God they did. “Can I ask you something?”
Her heartbeat sped up just a tiny bit. Was he going to ask her out again?
“How did you know where I live?”
She blinked. “What?”
“Not many people know where my house is.”
A heated blush crept across her chest and up into her face. “I got your address from the billing system at the dry cleaners.” God. Could she sound any more like a stalker? She chanced a peek at him. Was he angry?
He chuckled. “Very resourceful.” He cocked his head, a thoughtful look on his face. “And also probably very illegal.”
Her head snapped up.
“But I could be persuaded to overlook your…transgression, shall we say?” His voice teased. So did the gentle brush of his fingers over hers.
“What kind of persuasion?” Something akin to anticipation flooded her body, taking the place of the momentary burst of panic. She was tempted to say yes to anything he proposed.
“Have dinner with me tonight.”
Damn. The one thing she couldn’t give him. “I can’t.”
His eyes narrowed. “Is this about my…what did you call it last night…fan club?”
“No. It’s not that I don’t want to go to dinner with you.” God help her, she did. “I can’t. I have to be at my sister’s tonight to help my niece make goodie bags for her Halloween party next weekend.”
“Oh. Well, that’s not a problem.” A spark danced in his eyes. “I’ll just come with you.”
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