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smarter.
    Theoretically anyway.
    “Changing your mind?”
    Kacey blinked and turned to her left, where Casanova stood leaning against one of the beams in the porch. She still hadn’t asked him for his real name. She didn’t want to know his name. If she went through with this, it would be to have a little fun, a no-strings-attached kind of thing.
    His sexy gaze never left hers, and Kacey’s blood heated. She definitely was not going home to Netflix and Google.
    “Why would you say that?” She strolled down the steps toward the parking lot, trying to appear as if she was as sure of herself as she pretended to be.
    Casanova pushed away from the beam and followed. He got close enough for his arm to brush against hers as they walked, sending sparks across her skin. “The way you burst out of the door then stopped and chewed your lower lip screamed you were reconsidering.”
    Kacey chuckled and shook her head. The evening breeze was a welcome refresher to the heat in her body. “You’ve got lots of experience in this arena.”
    “What arena?”
    “This whole hookup thing.” Kacey stopped and faced him. He took a step back, giving her space but not enough to prevent the crisp smell of his cologne from toying with her hormones. “So tell me, how does this usually work?”
    Casanova’s brows drew together over dark eyes. “How does what work?”
    “You know, your mack routine. Do you sweep into town and panties drop as soon as you give that smile?”
    The smile in question lifted the corner of his mouth and he ran a hand across the bristly shadow of a beard. “You like my smile, huh?”
    She rolled her eyes though her heart did a little flip. “It’s all right. I’ll admit you’ve got the sexy lip lift mastered.” She grinned and pointed toward his absolutely kissable mouth. “Did you practice to get it so perfect?”
    “No practice. I guess I’m just a natural.”
    She bet he was. He chuckled and shook his head. “I’m just kidding. There are no expectations behind my smile.”
    Kacey raised a brow. “Oh, really? So, when you offered to show me a good time, you didn’t expect leaving meant
let’s go have sex
?”
    He brought a hand to his chest and his eyes widened. “Not at all. I just thought we could leave and get to know each other. Maybe see where the night takes us.”
    She raised a brow. “Really?”
    His brows drew together, and his head tilted to the side. The smile on his face slowly morphed into a look of surprise. “You really do have beautiful eyes.”
    He sounded like a hero from an epic romance. And like a love-struck heroine, her cheeks flushed and she returned his appreciative look with a grin. So what if he probably spouted that line a hundred times? Tonight, she wanted the flowery words, the buildup of anticipation, and—hopefully—an explosive ending. Her life of schoolbooks and work rarely afforded those moments. All the more reason to seize this one.
    “And you really do have a nice smile,” she said. With that his smile returned. “So, how do you propose we get to know each other?”
    He pointed across the street. “We’ll start over there.”
    Kacey turned in the direction he pointed. Lights flashed on a mini-windmill that slowly turned at the miniature golf course next to the Hampton Inn across the street. She frowned with her confusion. “Are you serious?”
    “Very.”
    “Miniature golf?”
    “Of course. It’s fun, and I get the feeling that you’re slightly competitive.”
    “Another observation?” she asked with a laugh.
    “Just a guess. Come on, let’s play.”
    He took her hand in his. His hand was surprisingly warm and his skin smooth. Long fingers entwined with hers, and a gentle tug had her right against the side of his body. He might be tall and slim, but there wasn’t anything lightweight or frail about the hard muscles pressed against her side. Nor were there any further doubts about leaving the bar with her fun fling.
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    Kacey held up