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now.” I chuckled at his prodding and led him away before things could escalate.
    “Did you see his face? I thought he was going to deck me again.” Cage laughed from deep down in his gut. “That guy is a time bomb when it comes to his women. Not that I can blame him.” He took my hands and held them out so he could look me over. “I didn’t know it was possible, but you look even hotter now than you did in that dress you wore to Vlad’s wedding.”
    I shook my head, pulling my hands out of his grasp. “Stop that. We had this discussion. I’m not one of your puck bunnies, Dalton. We’re going to be friends, remember?”
    “I remember. I was just hoping to change that to friends with benefits.” He winked playfully at me, almost making me blush. You need to understand, he was toe-curling hot. His dark hair was on the long side and looked incredibly sexy when it kind of flopped down into his eyes. I was pretty sure he had that hair flop down to a science. And his eyes—his eyes were the most striking shade of brown. They were very light, almost copper in color, and they always looked bright and shiny. And holy cow—his five o’clock shadow. I knew a lot of guys went with that look, but his was pure perfection. I didn’t know how he did it. Whew. Made a girl think about having some whisker burn here and there. But wait—yes, we were just friends. I, um, didn’t think of him like that.
    “Well, too bad. You’re going to have to take my plain old friendship.”
    Cage pulled me in close for a quick hug, but let me go before I could protest. His smile was gone as he looked into my eyes. “Actually, I’d like that. I could use a friend.” After a heartbeat, the smile he showed the world—the one that didn’t quite reach his eyes—returned. Keeping eye contact with me, he put his hand in his pocket, opening it up to me as he withdrew it. “Want a KitKat?”
    Cage and his KitKats. What kind of badass carried KitKats in his pocket? The more I talked to Dalton ‘Cage’ Booker, the more I saw that there was so much more to him than what he let others see. “Still carrying the KitKats around with you?” I learned about his secret love of chocolate on my last visit.
    “Always. Don’t tell anyone. It’s my guilty pleasure. I’m a self proclaimed chocoholic. KitKats are my drug of choice. So do you want one?” He waved it in front of me. My hand reached up so quickly, it was gone in the blink of an eye. “Impressive.”
    “You’ll never, ever hear me say no to chocolate. I am a woman, after all.”
    “That’s a bullshit statement. I hear it all the time, but women don’t have the market on loving chocolate. Men love it just as much; we just show more restraint, is all.” Cage winked at me again and pulled another KitKat out of his pocket, unwrapping it like a pro and moaning in ecstasy as he placed it in his mouth.
    I won’t even pretend his heartfelt moan didn’t have my knees knocking.
    “Damn, these things are good.” He moaned again, closing his eyes as the chocolate coated his tongue.
    I quickly reminded myself again that we were simply friends—no benefits. I’d already stated that I had no amorous feelings for him, right? I could have been wrong about that, because he was a really hot friend. “Yeah, yummy.” Hoping against hope, I checked my mouth to make sure I wasn’t drooling. No drool. Excellent.
    I watched him, dumbfounded as he opened his eyes and looked at me while he licked the chocolate from his fingers, finally revealing the real smile I’d seen on him a few times before. Jesus, the man really should dial down the sexy. I was only human, after all.
    “Okay. Well, thanks for the chocolate, Dalton. I’m going to check and see if my niece is awake yet.” Before I left him, I let him program my number into his phone.
    “We have a game tomorrow and then we’re free for three days. Except for practices, of course.” He put his phone back in his pocket and looked down at