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hopes it would curb his mood a little.
    “I thought she was doing better.” The dimple in his chin became more apparent as his lips twisted into a frown.
    “She is, but she’s still in a funk about it all. Jason seems to be the only thing making her happy lately, and Lauren and I want to make sure it’s not because she feels like she has to put on a façade for his sake about it all. I mean, she’s not severely depressed or anything…she’s just having a hard time bouncing back, but I think that’s understandable.”
    He ran a hand through his sandy blond hair. “It is.”
    I shifted closer to him. “But, I think Monday night we should all go out to dinner together for a group date. Maybe dinner and a movie? What do you think?”
    “All of us, as in?” He raised an eyebrow and flashed me a tiny smirk.
    “Me, you, Blaire, Jason, Lauren, and her boyfriend, Jimmy. I think you’ve met him once before.” I placed my hand on his.
    “The guy with the long hair and hard to understand accent?”
    I nodded. “Yep.”
    “Oh, babe, I don’t know. That guy sort of irks me. He walks around like he’s some sort of sex god or something, always flinging his hair.” He shook his head and scrunched up his eyebrows.
    My insides warmed. I loved it when Craig called me babe. I’d always wanted a boyfriend who used names like that in a relationship. It was cute. I smiled at him and batted my eyelashes. “Please, for me?”
    He rolled his eyes. “I don’t know. This guy is not my favorite person.”
    “You’ve only met him twice. How do you know?” I leaned into him and kissed his cheek. “Please? Come on, it could be fun.”
    A downcast expression pinched at his face and he rubbed his chin. “I’ll think about it and get back to you tomorrow.”
    I kissed his cheek again and smiled. “Thanks.”
    “That wasn’t a yes, you know. It’s more along the lines of a maybe.” He chuckled.
    “It’s close enough for me.” I pressed my lips to his, and felt his hand move from my thigh to my hip.
    His fingers dug into my skin as he deepened our kiss. His tongue slipped across my bottom lip and begged for entrance into the recess of my mouth. I parted my lips, granting him what he wanted. His mouth tasted of stout beer, but his pillow-like lips and the tender stroke of his tongue made up for it. He slowed our kiss, just as he’d done to me many times before, and slipped his tongue along mine gently. I could make out with him for hours. In fact, I had before on previous occasions.
    I climbed over the center console and straddled his lap. His hands roamed up my sides, along my ribs, past my shoulders, and then cupped my face. Sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, he caused an explosion of tingles to spread through my lower stomach. My hands fisted the front of his shirt, and I attempted to intensify the kiss the way I wanted it to be, but he refused to let me. Instead, he kept the pace tortuously slow. His fingers slid beneath the fabric of my shirt and brushed lightly across my stomach. Leaning my head back, I gasped at the sensation that spiraled through me. Craig trailed his soft lips across my jaw and down my throat, pausing once he reached my shoulder.
    “I want to stay, but I need to get back to the others and make sure Cameron hasn’t run them off,” he whispered against my skin.
    “No,” I breathed. “I don’t want you to go.”
    His lips made their way back up toward mine. “I know, but I need to. We can pick this back up tomorrow sometime or maybe Monday night, after we go out on that horrendous group date you ladies have planned for us all.”
    I pulled back and looked into his eyes. “I knew you’d say yes.”
    His lips twisted into the hint of a smile. “You had me pegged, huh?”
    “Sure did.” I grinned.
    “And here I thought I had this elusive thing going for me when it came to you.”
    “Not in the least.” I laughed and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Call me tomorrow?”
    “I