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She waved her pen and said, “I guess it was just…a large part of my life.”
    His eyes darkened. At first, she thought she’d said something wrong. Crap, she needed to shut up about Chris . But then she tasted plastic and realized she had nervously stuck the end of her pen in her mouth. She plucked it out and went for the strawberries instead. She had to fill her oral fixation with something other than pen . She dipped a strawberry in the soft chocolate and took a bite. He looked pleased; the darkness lifted. “What’s your next question?”
    “Um…” She picked her paper pad up again and scanned through it. “Faith is important to me,” she added.
    He gave a nod. “I pray all the time,” he said. There was a heavy tone to his voice and she had to wonder—
    “For what?” Holly! Your mouth! Normally, she’d describe herself as socially awkward , but this was borderline socially inept . Sure, they were streamlining this whole dating process, but that was too invasive, not first-date material.
    Gratefully, he released her from her cage of anxiety when he leaned over and caught her chin in his hand. He swiped a finger over her bottom lip, clearing off a smudge of chocolate and said, “For forgiveness. And for you.”
    She was getting dangerously, dangerously lost in his eyes. He peeled his hand back and then sucked the chocolate off his thumb with an all-too-smug and boyish grin. “I like chocolate,” he said.
    “Y—yeah,” she stammered. She felt very suddenly like a doe in the jaws of a wolf ( and she liked the way his teeth trapped her ). “Me too.”
    “Anything else you wanna ask me?” He opened his palms. “Say it now or forever hold your peace.”
    She buttoned her lip between her teeth and tried to remember the million and one questions she’d come up with on the train ride up. But the words on her page blurred. Her brain was hijacked by his touch and, to her surprise, she blurted out, “Are you a tit man or an ass man—? Oh my God .” She hadn’t meant to ask that one and now she was fumbling for a way to go back in time and retract that question.
    A smile—a real smile, not that Dirty Prince Charming act—cracked over his face for the first time. It made her insides tighten, and her heart picked up an extra beat as she felt a blush threaten to consume her cheeks.
    “I’m an ass man.” His eyes locked on hers and she could’ve jumped across the picnic blanket and kissed him right then and there.
    “Oh,” she said and tried to get her heart to stop fluttering.
    “More champagne?” He lifted the bottle to her.
    “Please.”

Chapter 8
    They devoured as much of the picnic as they could (Holly found herself more ravenous than normal and nervously attacked the strawberries) and then Jacob packed up and drove to his place. What she expected was a quaint one-story house in the middle of nowhere. What she didn’t expect was to pass under a hanging sign that read: RED MOON RANCH.
    “It’s family-run,” he told her, explaining what he did for a living. “We call it Westmore Works, technically, but we’ll do whatever needs doing. Knock down a wall, install a drainage system, fix the garden. People around town generally come to us for just about everything.”
    “Do you all live on the ranch?” she asked.
    He nodded. “Yep. Me, my brother, my sister, her whole family, and Mama Mae. This is us.”
    The truck climbed to the top of a hill, where she could fully see the mountain range encircling them. An expanse of nothing but forest behind them. The nothingness was dizzying and refreshing. “C’mon, I’ll show you inside,” he said, getting out of the car.
    Middle of nowhere , Holly thought to herself. With a man I just met. Where’s my pepper spray—?
    It had all the makings of a good old-fashioned hunting cabin, complete with wood-paneled walls, a brick fireplace, and a pair of strong antlers that hung over the mantel. The living room was complete with a leather couch, a