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compartment. With her stomach in knots, she pushed open the car door, exited, then slammed the door behind her.
    Feeling pretty was one thing. Knowing, deep down , she did it in case Reid showed up was another. Yeah, they’d ended their relationship , but she’d never managed to forget him. In the cobwebby recesses of her mind, she thought about him and played the “what if” game. What if she’d made a mistake dumping him? What if they hadn’t been ready for a relationship back then but might be now? What if she never got over him completely?
    The parking lot of Dead Man’s Hollow miniature golf course held a handful of cars, and she recognized them all. For five years she and her closest friends from college had gathered here for one n ight in early October for strip tease miniature golf. Hunter Anderson might only be an assistant coach to the city’s professional football team , but he’d also made millions right out of college by selling a software program to a huge investor. That’s how he’d been able to buy the property and build the course , giving privacy to the decadent event.
    Sometimes she was lucky and got to keep mos t of her clothing on, sometimes she wasn’t, but never had she been forced to ditch her bra or panties, which was great since she always stressed about playing the game a month before the event , anticipating Reid show ing up .
    Too bad he hadn’t come in three years, but again, there was always the what - if.
    No matter that the event was by invitation only, she hated showing up every year, for two reasons: Reid might be there, which would send her careening off into emotional no-man’s land , and she enjoyed the thrill of doing something naughty, even if it was just once a year. Of course, it was also her way of secretly sticking it to her parents. She didn’t like being the “good girl” all the time, and this outing was the perfect antidote.
    The poster parents of helicopter parenting, her mom and dad maintained any time spent outside of studying for another degree was wasted. You’re not using your intelligence to its full potential.
    Nisha shook her head. Her parents’ aspirations for her life weren’t her problem. A grin curved her lips. They’d almost had heart attacks when she ’d announced her job in a biology lab was too stressful and she’d decided to follow her dream of owning and operating a vintage clothing store.
    Nisha, no one cares about used clothes. The way to riches in this country is big corporations and innovative ideas. Afterward, you marry someone with multiple degrees and his own company. Her father’s words rang in her ears while she crossed the parking lot. That incident had been two and a half years ago.
    A snort of laughter escaped. Her dad just couldn’t deal with the fact that pulling in a six-figure salary wasn’t her dream. Germs under a microscope were poor substitute for conversation and loving what she did.
    As she rounded the sidewalk that led to the attendant stand, her heart sank. The gang was already there. Crap . She’d hoped to arrive sooner and get the jump on the others, watch them as they came instead. Plus, she’d wanted to steel herself in case Reid came this year. He’d always been a wild card. There was always a chance he’d attend. Trina waved, and Nisha waved back.
    She glanced around the gathering and the knots in her stomach tightened then dissolved into flutters. He’s here. She hadn’t seen Reid Bowman in three years. And she would never get enough of him. The annoying man had stolen her heart back then even though he’d been a jerk, and she hadn’t recovered, but until she saw him now, she hadn’t known exactly how strong her desire to be with him again was.
    Not caring that he’d know she was deliberately ogling him, she let her ga ze rove over his body. From broad shoulders fill ing out every inch of a black polo shirt, past a slim waist to narrow hips and lean thighs encased in khaki cargo shorts, he was