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chest and arms. He looked at her.
    “Wow,” he said as he rose from the couch. “You look exceptional.”
    “Thank you.”
    He kissed her neck then her shoulders, running his hands up her dress. “I like this on you.”
    “You do?”
    “Yeah.” He grabbed her ass underneath her dress, fingering her thong. “I like it when you wear dresses.”
    “I don’t usually wear them.”
    “You should. You look gorgeous.”
    She blushed. “Thank you.”
    “I don’t know if we’re going to make it to the restaurant now, not after you pulled a stunt like this.”
    “A stunt like w hat?”
    “Wearing this,” he said as he felt the material. “Who are you trying to fool?”
    “I just wanted to look nice.”
    “The objective has been met.”
    “Let’s go before you rip this off.”
    “I’ll rip it off when we get home.”
    They left the house then climbed into his Tacoma. He placed his arm over the backseat as he backed out of the driveway and headed to the restaurants on the coast. She placed her hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch and leaned against him. He turned on the radio and they listened to indie rock on the drive. They said nothing for the journey, but the silence wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. Neither one had anything to say.
    The y arrived at the restaurant and Coen walked her to the front, holding her hand. “For two, please.”
    “Of course, sir,” the waitress said as she led them to a table by the window.
    Coen pulled out Sydney’s chair for her then moved to his seat across the table. When Sydney picked up the menu, she was pleased to see a wide selection of vegetarian items. There were too many to choose from, actually.
    “Baby, what are you getting?”
    She blushed. She loved it when he called her that. He didn’t say it all the time, just once in a while, but she still enjoyed it when he decided to use the affectionate nickname. “I can’t decide.”
    “I think I’m going to get the fish.”
    She nodded, unsure what to say. Nothing with meat sounded appetizing to her. “I’m going to get pasta. That’s always good.”
    “Excellent choice.”
    The waitress came to their table and Coen ordered for the both of them. “Also, can we have two glasses of your house wine?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Thank you,” he said before she walked away. He turned to Sydney. “I hope you don’t mind about the wine. I want you to try it. I think you’ll like it.”
    “Or you are trying to get me drunk.”
    He laughed. “I can barely keep your legs closed as it is.”
    “That’s not my fault.”
    “Well, it isn’t mine.”
    “Yes , it is. You are so sexy and perfect.”
    “Perfect? I was failing zoology. Remember?”
    “But you were distracted.”
    “But I still failed it. I’m definitely not perfect.”
    “Why couldn’t you concentrate that day? I’ve always wanted to ask you that.”
    The waitress brought their water and their wine. He waited until she walked away before he responded.
    “I had an argument with Audrey.”
    “About what?”
    He swirled the wine before he sipped it. “After she cheated on me, I took her back like an idiot. That day, she begged me to give her a third chance and she wouldn’t stop pestering me. She slapped me so hard, I had a headache all day. I was just depressed and upset. It all happened right before the exam.”
    “I think hitting your partner is unacceptable, regardless of their sex.”
    “I agree—except when we’re training.”
    She felt the anger course through her body. “That isn’t right, babe.”
    He smiled, moved by the possessive name. “It’s okay. She’s done it so many times that I’m used to it.”
    “That just pisses me off even more.”
    “I’m fine. It didn’t hurt.”
    “I really want to slap that bitch.”
    “I won’t stop you.”
    She crossed her arms over her chest and breathed through her anger. The idea of someone hitting Coen, who was the sweetest guy she ever met, sent her to the brink. Even