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“That’s me. I texted you, so you have my number if something comes up and you need to reach me. Or if by chance you find yourself freed up and want to meet up with me,” he said and winked.

Good grief, I was so out of my element with Max. How did he go from dominant sex god to flirty nice guy? I even wondered if I imagined the women talking about him as if he was the ‘hit it and quit it’ type.

“Okay, I will. I guess I’ll see you a week from next Friday,” I said, and when I would have reached for the handle to pull the door closed, he stepped farther into the opening.

Max placed a finger under my chin and lifted my head, leaned in, and placed his mouth to mine. The kiss was soft and sweet, and I was left wanting more as he pulled away.

“Be careful driving home,” he said, then closed the door and tapped on the hood above before turning away to walk to his truck.

I latched my seatbelt and placed the car in reverse and backed out. I looked up in the rearview mirror as I moved the handle to drive and saw Max standing beside his truck, watching me pull out.

“I definitely should have run,” I said aloud as I pushed down on the gas. “Please don’t let my heart hurt too long after he moves on,” I added as I pulled out on the main road.

Chapter Seven

Flirt

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The backdoor openedjust as I closed the kitchen drawer. I glanced over and grinned at my dad, Romeo, as he entered, then went back to unloading the dishwasher.

He set a container on the bar, then pulled a stool out and sat. I opened the cabinet where I kept my glasses and coffee cups and emptied the dishwasher's top shelf.

“What’s in the container?” I asked while I finished unloading the few plates and putting them away.

“Leftovers from last night’s dinner and some dessert. For some reason, Claire thinks you are going to starve,” he said, and I laughed.

“I’m all for her believing that. Keeps me from cooking. But I could do without the sweets. Unlike you, I can’t afford the extra weight. I spend enough time at the gym to keep my body in shape for the women,” I smirked, and my dad flipped me off.

“I haven’t put on any weight, asshole,” he sneered, which only made me smile wider.

“Keep telling yourself that, old man. When you have to replace the back shock on your bike, I don’t want to hear you bitching.”

“You’re in an awfully good mood. Must have had a helluva night.” My dad eyed me, and I stared back.

“It was alright,” I said, not adding any extra about my night. I opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water. “You want something to drink?” I held the bottle of water up and asked.

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