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in the return, finally choosing a pink one. She studied the holes for a minute before sliding her fingers and thumb inside. She took her position on the approach and glanced toward lane ten, where a sixty-something woman strode toward the lane and let her ball fly. It thunked on the wood, dangerously close to the gutter, then hooked back toward the middle and crashed into the pins, taking seven of them down.
    Andrew watched Rachel square her shoulders, no doubt confident that if the blue-haired lady could do this, she could, too. She took a few tentative steps toward the foul line then bent to release the ball. As she did so, he couldn’t help noticing what a nicely shaped derriere she had.
    His eyes skimmed downward, appreciating the long, sexy legs encased in snug denim. His gaze moved up again, admiring her distinctly feminine curves, and he felt that stir of something low in his belly again.
    When she turned back, her brow was furrowed. She picked up another ball—a blue one this time—and flung it toward the pins. He forced himself to watch the ball rather than her back end and noticed that the blue orb made it about halfway toward the pins before it veered off and into the gutter.
    “What am I doing wrong?” she demanded.
    “You’re turning your wrist.”
    “No, I’m not.”
    He shrugged. “Okay, try another one.”
    She picked up the pink ball again, watched it roll into the gutter, and sighed. “Okay, maybe I am.”
    “Maybe?”
    “But I’m not doing it on purpose.”
    He stood behind her and wrapped his fingers around her wrist to immobilize it. He felt her pulse racing beneath his fingers and realized that his own heart was beating a little bit faster than usual, too. And when she moved to release the ball, the sweet curve of her bottom brushed against his groin, causing a jolt of lust to spear low in his belly and spread through his veins.
    Three pins fell down. She turned around, and the smile that curved her lips illuminated her whole face. “I did it.”
    “Now do it again.”
    She picked up the ball with more enthusiasm this time.
    “Concentrate on keeping your wrist straight,” he told her.
    She did so, and knocked down two more pins.
    “I think I like this game now,” she said, and made him chuckle.
    “Ready to get started?” he asked.
    “Absolutely,” she agreed.
    Her enthusiasm waned quickly as she watched Andrew knock down pins with seemingly little effort. But she got a little bit better as the game progressed, although she continued to throw occasional gutter balls. It was near the end of the second game, right after he’d thrown back-to-back strikes, that she eyed him suspiciously.
    “Why don’t you use any ball except that green one?”
    “Because it’s the right weight for me.”
    “Can I try it?”
    His brows lifted. “You want to play with my ball?”
    Her cheeks flushed. “I want to see if I can knock down more pins with the green ball,” she said carefully.
    “It’s heavier than the one you’ve been using,” he warned.
    “You don’t think I can handle your ball?” she said, tossing his innuendo back at him.
    He handed it to her. “You’re welcome to try.”
    She did—and though she didn’t move the ball with much speed, she did manage to knock down six pins. And then she went back to the pink ball.
    Andrew didn’t comment on her choice. Although he enjoyed the flirtatious banter, he wasn’t sure that either of them was ready to follow where a continuation of the conversation might lead.
    As the final score was noted, he caught Rachel stifling a yawn. “Sorry,” she apologized. “I didn’t realize how late it was.”
    “Did I keep you out past your curfew?” he teased.
    She shook her head. “No curfew, but I do have to be at the shop for my flower delivery in the morning.”
    “What time?”
    “Seven.”
    He winced. “I’m sorry.”
    “I’m not,” she told him. “I had a good time tonight.”
    “Well, let’s turn in those snazzy shoes