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within me even though it made no sense. If Sinjin decided to stay, that didn’t mean we’d necessarily see each other again. And if we did see each other once, twice, or even multiple times, he’d still have to return to Britain eventually. And where would that leave me?
    I shook the feelings of elation right out of me. I was getting way ahead of myself. And truly, I was just being silly, setting myself up for disappointment.

“Wow, so was he just as hot last night?” Christa asked as she leaned against the counter in my store and watched me sweep.
    “If you actually want to earn your keep, why don’t you grab a trash bin?” I asked her with a smile. God forbid if my business ever went under and Christa found herself in need of a real job.
    She made no motion to get the bin, which didn’t surprise me. “Answer the question, Jules.”
    I paused from my sweeping and leaned against the broom as I considered it. Was Sinjin as hot as he’d been when Christa and I had first met him?
Hmm … those ice-blue eyes, black hair, broad shoulders, and massive height? That devilish smile …
“Hotter.”
    “Hotter?” she said with a huge smile as her eyebrows reached for the ceiling. “Hot damn!”
    Yes, Sinjin Sinclair was most definitely hotter than he’d been when I first met him, but what was more surprising was that he’d asked me for a second date. And he’d asked to see me for that second date tonight. Even though I was pretty dumbfounded, I’d agreed. I was still trying to figure why exactly I’d agreed because I was most definitely out of my comfort zone.
    “So this is the third time in three days that you’re going to see him?” Christa continued, that smile stillplastered on her fuchsia-pink lips. I just nodded. “Wow, he’s pretty eager.”
    “He’s probably just bored,” I answered and shook my head as I tried to find the missing piece in the puzzle titled:
Why in hell would such an amazing man want to go out again with Jolie Wilkins?
It really didn’t make any sense at all. But then, do men ever make sense?
    “He’s not bored, Jules,” Christa said, the smile dropping from her lips. “When are you going to realize you have a ton to offer? You’re pretty and sweet and you’re the most generous person I know. And sometimes you can actually be pretty funny.”
    “Thanks, Chris,” I said, not really sure how to take that last bit—I thought I was decently funny all the time.
    “And the fact that he’s a ten out of ten should be reason enough to be excited,” she finished.
    I cleared my throat and shook my head. “That’s where the problem is. He’s too hot and it isn’t helping my nerves at all. Every time I see him, I feel like I’m about to have a heart attack or, at the very least, vomit.”
    Christa waved away my concerns with her perfectly manicured, flame-orange nails. “Puh-leeze. This is good for you, Jules.” She brought her nails to her mouth and narrowed her eyes as she studied me. “In fact, the arrival of Mr. Sexy Bitch is the best thing that’s happened to you in the last five years, at least.”
    I laughed; I couldn’t help it. “Mr. Sexy Bitch?”
    But Christa didn’t respond right away. Instead, she continued that narrowed-eye expression as a lascivious smile stole across her mouth. This meant only one thing—she was thinking about sex.
    “Don’t even go there,” I said, shaking my head. Conversations with Christa about sex were never fun.
    She pushed away from the counter and walked over to me, snatching the broom from my hand. She made no attempt to start sweeping, though, so she must have justdone it for dramatic effect. “You realize you’re going to need to give it up eventually, right? I mean, it’s been like forever since the last time you had sex.”
    “Give what up?” I asked, even though I knew exactly what she was talking about. I was just trying to delay the inevitable.
    “The Jolie love flower,” she answered with a straight