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time because the man looked like he walked right off the cover of a magazine entitled Hot Guy Just for You .
    Not that the magazine existed but she hadn’t been able to stop staring, he was that good looking. Short, golden brown hair cropped close, tall, broad-shouldered and positively bulging with muscles. Clad in a faded T-shirt and baggy shorts, the clothes hadn’t been able to conceal the sheer size of him. He was huge.
    She was no delicate flower, and he made her feel downright dainty.
    He’s interested, she told herself as she clutched the phone. He wants you to call. You don’t call and he’ll forget about you and you’ll regret it forever.
    Determination filling her, she hit the send button and brought the phone to her ear with trembling fingers. It rang once, twice, three times and she pressed her lips together, her finger hovering over the end button. Would she look stupid with a hang-up call? Or even more stupid leaving a voice mail?
    The fourth ring and he answered, his delicious voice sending a shiver down her spine. “Hello.”
    A combination of relief and nervousness flooded her system and she cleared her throat like an absolute twit. “Hi, Jake, this is uh, Mia.”
    “Mia.” His voice deepened, warm like honey, as if he were pleased she called. “I didn’t think you’d call.”
    “I didn’t think I’d call either,” she admitted.
    He chuckled, the sound of it doing weird things to her already twisted up stomach. “I like your honesty.”
    “I’m not the type who calls guys first.”
    “So, I’m pushing you out of your comfort zone?”
    “Definitely.” And he sounded awfully pleased over it too.
    “So, why am I the exception?”
    He would have to ask her an embarrassing question like that right at the beginning of their conversation. “Maybe because you told me to call you?”
    Now he full on laughed. It was a nice one, the sound of it warming her deep inside. “Have you had a good day?”
    Not really. She’d slept in, lain around in bed and watched a cheesy Lifetime movie, then worked on a letter Larry had requested be ready first thing on Monday. Dealt with his text messages and emails, dealt with Morgan’s text messages and avoided a call from her mother.
    Just another normal Saturday with one exception—the very phone call she happened to be on.
    “It was all right,” she answered vaguely. “How about you?”
    “Nothing too exciting going on—” he paused, “—until you called.”
    Her skin heated at his words. “You, uh, said you wanted to get together? Maybe?” Nice self-confidence, dork.
    “I want to take you to dinner.” His voice lowered even more; she wasn’t sure how that was possible and God, it rippled over her nerve endings, sending delicious little tingles across her skin. “How does seven sound?”
    “Tonight?” she squealed, immediately clearing her throat. She sounded absolutely ridiculous. Like no one had ever asked her out on a date.
    “Yeah, tonight. Unless you have other plans?”
    “Umm, nothing I can’t postpone,” she said, purposely vague.
    “So dinner tonight at seven. With me. Sounds good?”
    “Sure. Okay.” She would’ve said perfect but she didn’t want to sound too excited. “Where do you want to meet?”
    “How about I come pick you up? What’s your address?”
    Mia hesitated. What if she went out with him and realized he wasn’t her type? What if the conversation was stilted and she became uncomfortable? What if he turned out to be a total pervert?
    It might not be so bad, him being a pervert. It had been a while since she’d had sex. Terrific, mind-blowing, toe-numbing sex. And from what she remembered last night she thought he might be able to deliver.
    Not my type, yeah, right. Only because he could do so much better than little ol’ me.
    “Let’s meet somewhere instead,” she repeated. Just in case, she told herself.
    She could tell he was disappointed at her suggestion, but she didn’t care. Well, she did a