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an answer that wouldn’t sound totally lame. “Well, I just mean that I don’t usually spend my weekend at extreme sporting events.”
    The side of his mouth turned up and he raised an eyebrow at me. “So you don’t like guys on motorcycles?” he teased.
    “No . . . I mean . . . that’s not what I meant. What girl wouldn’t find a guy on a bike sexy?” That last part had slipped out before I’d had a chance to think it through.
    “You think I’m sexy.” he cockily responded, now wearing a wicked grin on his face.
    “I didn’t say that.”
    “You don’t think I’m sexy?”
    “I didn’t say that . . .” I caught my breath as he took a step toward me, our bodies now mere inches apart. I looked up into his intense green eye. He leaned down to my level and pressed his lips against my ear. The action gave me chills, the good kind.
    “Good. Because if you had, I’d have to convince you otherwise. I could easily persuade you to the side of the sexy motorcycle guy.” he whispered, his breath tickling the skin behind my ear.
    “Oh yeah? And how would you do that?” I asked quietly.
    “I can’t tell you my secrets. You’d have to wait and find out—”
    “Sam!” My best friend’s voice broke through our intimate conversation and shattered the tension.
    Jess strode toward us, and I instinctively jumped back a few steps away from Cory. He winked at me and said, “Nice chatting with you.” Then he turned and headed back inside. I couldn’t help but watch him as he walked away.
    I turned my attention to Jessie. “Hey, done dancing already?”
    She glanced at me and then at the door that Cory had just entered and then back at me. She smiled. “I think maybe I should be the one asking you if you’re done.”

 

CHAPTER 8
SAM
    The weekend had flown by and Monday morning arrived more quickly than seemed normal. After a morning of work, my stomach was grumbling and I was ready to go grab some lunch. I walked out to the front desk of the store to get Shelly.
    She looked up at me and smiled as I approached. “Hey, Shelly, want to grab some lunch?”
    “Sure. Let me go get my purse,” she answered.
    We climbed into my car and Shelly suggested we eat at a new restaurant called Burger Town. She gave me directions and we headed across town.
    The restaurant was in a new building that had dark wood siding, and big black umbrellas shaded the outdoor eating area. We walked inside and saw that the place was packed. Apparently, it was the new, in lunch hour hangout. The hostess approached us.
    “Hi, ladies,” she said, “table for two?”
    “Yes, please.” I answered.
    She glanced down at her clipboard. “The wait is going to be about 10 minutes. Go ahead and have a seat right over there.” She wrote down my name and pointed to a bench near the door. “And I’ll come get you when your table is ready.”
    We thanked her and took our seats.
    “So how was your weekend?” Shelly questioned.
    I thought back to the day with Jessie, and my encounter with Cory. For some stupid reason, just thinking about the way he’d whispered in my ear gave my goosebumps. “It was good.” I replied enthusiastically. “How was yours?”
    “Mine too. David surprised me with a romantic dinner on Friday night.” Shelly beamed.
    “Oooh a romantic dinner, that sounds fun. And judging by the look on your face it must have been some meal .”
    She giggled and looked down at her hands in her lap. “It definitely was.”
    I looked toward the hostess stand to see if our table was ready yet, and my breath caught in my throat. There he was. Cory was walking toward the front of the restaurant. He seemed to be garnering a lot of attention as he confidently strolled through the section of tables. He was wearing a black fitted hat pulled down low over his brow, and his array of tattoos showed beneath the sleeves of his dark grey button up shirt. I suddenly realized I was staring and quickly snapped my attention back to my
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