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thing.”
    He
choked on the sip of his drink he’d just swallowed. “Oh?”
    Her
lips bowed into a teasing little smile. “No. I lost it in high school so you
don’t have to worry about my inexperience.”
    After a
couple of coughs, he said in a gravelly voice laced with the whiskey he’d
practically choked on, “I really hadn’t thought about it.”
    “Well I
have. I wish it had been you.”
    “Callie—”
    “Am I
making you uncomfortable?”
    “A
little. I’m
not used to you being this bold.”
    “You
don’t like bold women?” she asked, sipping her own drink with a wide-eyed
expression that made her look all the more innocent except the dark eyeliner
she rimmed her eyes with.
    This
Callie had him stumped. He wasn’t sure what to make of the changes in her and
he wasn’t sure he liked it at all. Of course, he liked bold women to an extent,
but this didn’t fit the Callie he knew. “I do.”
    “So
what’s the problem?”
    Their
food arrived, saving him from trying to explain his thoughts to her. Was she
trying to impress him? Make him want her over Lydia? Didn’t she realize he’d
much rather go out with her than Lydia?
    They
ate for several minutes in silence as he tried to think of how to approach
this. He didn’t want to put Callie off, but he wanted the old Callie, not this
new throw herself in your face girl sitting across the table from him.
    “You
aren’t eating. Aren’t you hungry?”
    He
looked down at this plate and true, he’d been shoving his food around with his
fork more than he’d been eating his enchilada.   Placing the fork to the side, he tented
his fingers so he could watch her. “I guess not so much.”
    A blush
spread across her cheeks as she glanced down at her own plate. “The food is
wonderful. I’m glad you brought me here. I haven’t been to this one before,
although I’ve been down on the River Walk thousands of times.”
    “This
one is my favorite restaurant. I come here as much as I can when I’m in town.”
    The
mariachi band strolled by their table to ask if they wanted them to play a
song. After Jeremiah gave them a tip, they played a soft Mexican ballad meant
for lovers. A moment later, he felt her foot slide along his inner thigh,
heading for his crotch. Holy hell! “Listen, Callie.” He shoved her foot down. “This is moving a bit fast for me.”
    “What’s
wrong?” She swallowed hard, looking like she was about to cry. “I’m coming on
too strong, aren’t I? I’m sorry. I’m totally embarrassed now.”
    “It’s
okay. This just isn’t the girl I know. I’m sorry, but I’m not sure I like her
very much.”
    “Wow.”
    “I’m
finished if you want me to take you home.” He signaled the waitress for the check
as he pulled his wallet out of his pants pocket.
    “I
guess so.”
    The
moment he paid for their tab, he stood to escort her back to his truck. This
whole date had turned into a disaster and he wasn’t sure what to think about
it. Obviously, he didn’t know her as well as he thought he did because man,
this Callie wasn’t for him. She made Lydia look like a saint. That was hard to
do since Lydia was a bitch.
    Silence
stretched between them on the ride home. They didn’t talk at all and he thought
he heard her sniffle several times like she might be crying, but he didn’t know
what to do. If he played it like it was okay, he’d feel like a heel because
he’d led her on. He didn’t want the girl she’d been at dinner. He wanted the
sweet Callie he’d known all his life. He wasn’t sure how to find the real girl.

 
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    I’m such an idiot! Callie felt like shit. She’d
totally screwed up this date with Jeremiah. She probably wouldn’t get a chance
with him again and didn’t know how to fix this. Trying to be the woman she
thought he liked turned out to be the last thing he wanted. What to do?
“Jeremiah, I’m sorry.”
    “For
what?”
    “Acting
like a prima donna or whatever you want to