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before the events of the last seventy-two hours. “Trevor, fuck off!” The answering chuckle made her groan. “I’m sorry, Jackson. I thought it was Trevor calling back.”
    “So, I gathered… I’m in the lobby of the bank across the street. I was calling to ask you to have lunch with me.”
    “Lunch sounds amazing. It also sounds a lot like a date. You really want to be seen with your cousin’s jilted fiancee?” she asked.
    “Honey, if we make it through lunch without me fucking you on the counter of the diner, it’ll be a miracle. Yes, I’m sure.”
    Her stomach did the little flip that only he seemed to inspire. She also felt a telling dampness between her thighs. That he could do that to her with just a word amazed her. “I’ll meet you at the diner.”
    “I’ll pick you up. I expect you to slide all the way across the seat of my truck and sit so close to me that nobody looking at us would ever think it’s a platonic lunch between friends... It’s only fun to be bad, Evie, when someone knows you’re bad.”
    A little thrill went through her at the thought. “Alright. I’m ready for the fallout if you are.”
    Ten minutes later, Evie was in the cab of Jackson’s vintage Chevy. She’d slid all the way across the bench seat and was sitting there with her hip pressed against his and his arm around her shoulders. As they drove through town, heading to the diner out on Highway 10, there were more than a few double takes. The gossips would be blowing up her mother’s phone before they took their first bite.
    “It’s lunch, darlin’. Not a firing squad.”
    Evie shrugged. “I was just thinking about my mother.”
    “Well, don’t. It’ll spoil your appetite,” he said, as he eased the truck into park. “Don’t even think about reaching for that door handle. You wait for me.”
    Evie smiled as Jackson walked around the truck to open the door for her. Bad boy he might be, but he was still a southern gentleman. Her smile was fixed in place when they walked into the cafe and met the curious stares of the other patrons. They made an odd pair, she knew. In terms of looks, Evie knew that she was just ordinary. She’d listened to people tell her all her life that she had such a pretty face, if only she’d lose weight. Meanwhile, Jackson was like a Greek God. Adonis or possibly Apollo, she thought, with his golden good looks.
    They took a seat in one of the back booths and ordered their lunch. Jackson raised his eyebrow at her when she asked for a salad. “It’s what I want. I’m not eating it because I’m dieting. It just sounded good.”
    Jackson clasped her hand atop the table. She wasn’t sure if it was because he truly didn’t care that others were watching them or if it was because he wanted to make a point. “It was bad enough that Trevor swooped in and stole you right out from under me. What really stung was watching the way he treated you. It made me mad as hell every time I heard him say something snide about your weight. You don’t have to change anything for me.”
    Evie didn’t answer immediately, since the waitress picked that moment to return with their drinks. When she’d walked away, Evie asked, “What does all this mean, Jackson? Are we dating, are we a couple, or are we just friends with benefits?”
    He shrugged. Answering questions about how he truly felt about Evie was not something he had any intention of doing. At least not for a while. “We’re a couple...definitely a couple. While we’re together, I won’t be with anyone else. If you decide you want someone else, just say the word. I don’t know where this is going, Evie. But I like where we’re at right now. Don’t you?”
    She nodded. “So, I guess we just take it as it comes then.”
    He leaned in closer, “Evie, you’ve only ever been with one other man besides me, and he apparently wasn’t that much of one. I want you to enjoy this, to experiment and figure out what you like. The rest of it will work