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“You are a very good shark, Andrew.”
    “So good you’ll let me take you out another night?” I ask, because I’ve got to see this woman again.
    “ I wouldn’t complain about that,” she says, as she slinks her hands up my chest, tiptoeing over my abs. I grab her hips and slam her against me.
    “I wouldn’t either. I want to see you again, and you’ve got to know how much I want to touch you again too.”
    She nibbles on the corner of her lip. “I want that too.
Both
.”
    It’s a promise. Of another time. Another night.
    I grab my phone from my back pocket and say, “Give me your number.”
    I open my contacts and hand her the phone. She taps in her digits, and as she finishes, my ring tone sounds.
    “Shit. Let me grab that.” I swipe the call and say, “Hey man, give me twenty seconds.”
    Then, I lean in and brush one more kiss to her lips. “I’ll text you my number later. K?”
    “You better.” Gripping my shirt, she tugs me close. She rocks her hips against me, and I nearly throw the phone to the ground, but I’ve got to take this call. It’s my agent, and shit’s been going down.
    “I will, Dani Surfer Angel,” I say, then I turn around, head down her steps, and give her a tip of the hat one more time as she unlocks her door and heads inside.
    As I walk down her street, I bring the phone to my ear. “What’s the story, man?”
    He tells me, and my jaw fucking drops.

Chapter Three
    Dani
    I yank open the kitchen cupboard in Ally’s apartment one more time. Maybe it’s my fourth time. Fine, it’s my tenth. But it just yanks so satisfyingly.
    “How do you
not
have tea or coffee?” I shout, irritated, as I stare at the nearly-bare shelves in her tiny kitchen.
    “There’s this thing called Starbucks.” Her breezy voice calls out. But don’t let it fool you. She learned sarcasm from the best. “They have them everywhere. You go in, order your drink, and voila. The barista serves it,” she says, and yup, I was right. She’s a chip off the old block.
    Her shoes clack against the tiles as she marches into the kitchen, her blond hair swishing in a high ponytail. I give my baby sister a cold stare. “Starbucks is expensive. You shouldn’t go there every day.”
    “I have a million friends who are baristas.” She turns her voice to a stage whisper as she spreads out her hands. “News flash. They give me free drinks.”
    I toss up my hands, exasperated. “Everyone gives you free everything. Because you’re so pretty,” I say in a hiss, pointing to her gorgeous figure, her lush blond hair, her sky-blue eyes. I slam her cupboard door. I already had a coffee at my own place this morning. But I want another. I want something. Anything. I’m still annoyed that that asshole hasn’t called or texted. It’s been four days, and while I’m immensely glad I didn’t invite him into my bed, I’m also ridiculously disappointed.
    More than I should be. My reaction is probably way out of proportion, but I was so sure I’d be seeing
Andrew
again.
    Ugh. Can someone please punch me and make me stop caring?
    Ally makes a clawing gesture. “Meow, kitty cat. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the week today, Dani?”
    I heave a sigh and drag a hand through my hair.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Realize I’m acting like a complete and total douche. Then let go of my ridiculous anger.
I can’t take out a stupid dating annoyance on the person I love most. “Sorry,” I mutter. “I think I woke up on the wrong side of the moon. Maybe even the universe.” I shake my head, frustrated with myself, as I lean against my sister’s kitchen counter. “I wasn’t even terribly nice to Mrs. Fitzsimmons when she watered my plants yesterday.”
    “Your neighbor does that?” Ally grabs her phone from the counter and tucks it into the back pocket of her skinny jeans. She wears a pink scoop-neck top, and the color makes her look even younger than her twenty-two years.
    I nod. “She’s obsessed with plants. I