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him where he must have tucked it when he came to help me. He handed it to me.
    “Oh, okay. Thanks for coming here to tell me that. The receipt has a number on it that you can call and do a customer satisfaction survey,” I said, trying to bring this back to the professional side of things. The way he was making me feel was not very customer friendly, and after his little eye show, I knew he thought the same.
    “I wanted another recommendation. This book kinda fucked with me.” He shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. “Think about it, though. I want it to be able to top this shit.” His words were innocuous, but his voice was gruff. He winked as he walked away to some car that screamed “tough” and got behind the wheel, leaving me standing there holding his book and still not knowing his name, all of which just made him hotter.
    Damn.
    After that, it didn’t matter what happened. I was blissfully on cloud nine. Someone flipped all the books around in the mystery section so their titles didn’t show? No problem, I’d reorganize it. I have to do inventory all day in the back? No problem, I got this. All because some incredibly hot guy had eye sex with my body and made me feel…made me…feel real.
    The rest of the day was filled with the normal traffic of people wanting books and needing help finding that one book they fell in love with as a child and then lost and now has to have it. My back wasn’t aching too badly, thanks to the pain pills I had popped at the start of my shift. And as long as I didn’t bend down suddenly or turn swiftly, I was okay. Ember and Matt came by around one to have lunch with me, and to try to convince me again to give this blind date thing a try.
    “Really, Har, what do you have to lose? A night without Kade or Stone or whoever you meet in some skivvy alley pawing on you?” Ember whined. Where did she think I met guys? She made it sound like I fucked anything that had a pulse. Damn.
    “Em, I’m not a whore. I don’t just spread eagle for any guy no matter how awesome their names are.” Fake me did have standards that apparently I was not upholding. I couldn’t have Ember thinking I gave it to every Stone, Kade, and Larry who crossed my path.
    “No, it’s cool, babe. My brother is not a step up from those guys she meets, trust me,” Matt stated before popping a fry in his mouth. He was such a classic-looking surfer dude. Even though we lived in Alabama and had some of the most beautiful beaches around, you never saw anyone like Matt. He just looked like he belonged on TV rather than lame-ass Dacula.
    “So you’re trying to set me up with a loser?” I might not have ever been on a blind date, but I knew if the setupee didn’t think it would stick, then the date was doomed.
    “No, he’s not a loser, he’s just…rough around the edges. My brother has a chip on his shoulder that he thinks the world put there, and by the world, I mean my family. He has issues with our father, and we have never really been that close. Hell, I basically had to beg him to come back. He couldn’t wait to get out on his own and away from us all.”
    “It’s his loss,” Ember soothed.
    I inwardly rolled my eyes. So what if people wanted to leave? In my book, family was overrated. They always hurt you.
    “Well, he sounds like a peach. What can I ever do to repay you for this blind date?” I rolled my eyes. I mean, really, their selling point was going downhill fast. I was supposed to be excited about this, right?
    “Well, from what Em tells me, your guys have the same personality ,”Matt said almost apologetically.
    I raised a brow at him. Just what was he saying here? Oh, I know. I’m a ho.
    Ember made a noise in the back of her throat and looked at me as if to say, “Well, he’s not wrong,” but just shrugged.
    I asked for this. Fuck it. Go big or go home, and I hated going home. I pulled on my most nonchalant face and said, “You know, I might give this guy a turn. I like