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hatchback.
    "Thanks. It's my favorite." I step back for him to lower the box then shut the hatch.
    "Mine, too."
    Wow, Zack Bradford and I have something in common. Who would've thought?
    "Okay, well, thanks for your help," I say as I start for the driver's door.
    "You didn't answer my question," Zack replies. Quickly moving his large body, he stands against my driver side car door, blocking my chance at a getaway.
    Good Lord the man is huge this close up. He's so damn buff it should be illegal to brandish such massive guns in public. Not to mention he has the perfect, gorgeous face of a male model and smells like a warm day at the beach. I try to focus on the Wildcats' logo on the center of his t-shirt instead of his distracting face...or...entire body. He's too damn incredible to take in and it's making my head hurt just trying.   
    "What question?" I ask. My mouth is so dry from practically panting with my tongue hanging out that it's hard to speak those two words.
    "Have dinner with me."
    A sudden burst of laughter escapes me, sounding embarrassingly similar to a girly giggle. I take a deep breath and close my eyes to try and get over the shock of those four words. It's also easier to think when I'm not looking at him. "That wasn't a question. It was a statement."
    "Fine. Will you have dinner with me?" he amends. I gasp and my eyes fly open when one of his thick knuckles suddenly begins stroking its way up my neck until it's underneath my chin. Tipping it up I'm forced to look into his warm, brown eyes. His deep voice lowers when he says, "Or we could just go to my place and you could be dinner."
    Oh God . My knees feel wobbly like they're going to pull a fast one and embarrass me in front of Zack freaking Bradford, sending me down on my ass. Use your brain, woman! He only wants to screw you, and basically just says as much!   
    I blink to break contact with his hypnotic gaze and take a step backwards so that his hand will fall away. "No, thanks. Hope you have a great season," I squeak out as I try to figure out a way to maneuver around his humongous body.
    "No?" He jerks back against my car like I tasered him, using a word he's never heard before. Probably hasn't, which makes me even more confident in my response. And great, now there's probably a giant quarterback size dent in the side of my car.
    "No. I decline. The opposite of yes. Could you please move now?" I ask with my hands on my hips while my cheeks begin to feel sunburnt.
    "I'm unfamiliar with such a foreign concept. What exactly is this ' no ' you speak of?" he deadpans.  
    That stupid girly giggle slips out again before I can respond. "Google it."
    When the man still doesn't move I grumble and walk around to the passenger side. I'm sliding in and over the console to the driver seat before he realizes what I'm up to and yanks the driver's side door open. Shoot, I should've locked them after I got in.
    "Are you seriously running away from me?" Zack asks with a deep chuckle, lowering to his haunches to get eye level. Oh and that just isn't fair. Don't look at his face! Don't look at his face!    
    I put the key in the ignition, crank my car in response, and then reach for my seatbelt.         
    "Fine, go ahead and drive your very sexy ass out of here, Polly Pocket, but I'm not giving up on you."
    What does that mean and why do I feel so giddy that he asked me out? He didn't remember me from college, so is he actually interested in me? No way. Maybe he just felt guilty for being so late and doesn't want me to bad mouth him around town. Yeah right.
    "Nice meeting you, Mr. Bradford," I tell him and he stands back up.                      
    "Until next time, Miss Adair."
    He finally shuts the door and I smile at his promise, trying to come to my senses as I drive away. I make the mistake of looking back at him in my rearview mirror, almost expecting him to have disappeared because I'd imagined the whole meeting. But nope, there