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It had been a long time since he’d felt in control, but right then he felt as if he could take it all on and come out on top.

“So?” He held up his hands and did a little spin and noticed she was working really hard to keep her gaze on his.

“I think they’re a little snug around the, uh…” She waved ahand south.

He looked down and then up at her innocently. “The uh, what?”

She waved a hand toward his crotch. “You know.”

He strode toward her until they were toe-to-toe, looking down into her eyes. Then he rested his hands on the chairback and leaned over until her full lips were inches from his. “Yeah, but I want to hear you say it.”

She let out one of those shotgun laughs, like a joyful burst that erupted from the belly. It made him want to make her laugh all over again.

“I bet you do,” she said, then pushed against his chest, shoving him back. “But instead, I’m going to grab you a larger size.”

Jonah watched her walk away, her hips swaying like only a woman could pull off, and she was a woman all right. Something his dick didn’t have a hard time remembering. Which was why the crotch was a little snug. The pants weren’t the problem. It was the woman.

He closed the curtain and sat down on the changing room bench, doing multiples of three in his head to get the image of her in that dress out of his mind. When he’d pulled up outside his house and saw her standing on his stoop, his mouth had dried up.

She was one hell of a beautiful woman. And she didn’t even know it. Which was another part of the growing attraction.

“Jonah?” Evie said from the other side of the curtain. “I brought you a bigger size and a few more things to try on.”

He parted the curtain and met Evie’s gaze. With a wink, he said, “One with more leg room?”

She smiled as if they shared a secret joke. The idea intrigued him. It felt fun and intimate all at the same time. Sexy, too. “If that’s what you call it.” She thrust forward a pair of leopard print pants.

He laughed. “I think you have me confused with Magic Mike but thanks for the compliment.”

“No one could have a true Cinderella moment without pleather leopard print,” Evie teased.

“Then I guess that makes you my fairy godmother,” he said.

She smiled like the Cheshire Cat. “Then I guess you have to do whatever I say.”

“As long as you don’t make me walk around in glass slippers.”

Chapter Twenty

Evie

They hadn’t even ordered their food and already Evie wanted to ask for the check. Or maybe a raincheck that was to be cashed in never.

There she was, sitting in a booth and looking over the wine list, wondering what the hell she was doing. After their shopping trip concluded, Jonah offered to take her to dinner. At first, she declined, but then he’d pointed out that they still needed to make a video, and what was more date-like than sharing a bottle of wine by candlelight?

She’d begrudgingly agreed, but only for the sake of Operation Off the Market, so she’d gotten her mom to close up shop. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but it wasn’t a secluded, tiny table for two where their knees were playing bumper cars.

Playing footsie with Disaster Jonah was one thing. Doing it while he looked like aGQmodel in his new suit and tie?Sweet baby Jesuswas she in trouble. He hadn’t just managed to make her forget about her problems; he’d made her laugh. He’d alsomade her feel things that weren’t part of their fake relationship. Things that were responsible for the dopey smile she knew she was sporting.

She’d smiled so much over the past few hours her cheeks hurt. And that was nothing compared to how her hormones had decided to come out of hibernation and hum in the most inappropriate places. And at the most inappropriate times—like now while she was staring at his tie and imagining how it could double as a blindfold.

“Maybe we should go to the food court instead,” she said.

“Why?” he asked. “Afraid you won’t be able to keep your hands to yourself?”

She laced her fingers and placed her hands in her lap. “My hands are fine just where they are.”

“If you decide they need a change of scenery, I have some suggestions.” When she didn’t laugh, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, callused fingertips sending shivers down her spine. “I’m just trying to lighten the mood. You’ve been on edge since we sat down.”

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