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type.”
    “My type? What’s my freakin’ type? She’s gorgeous, and she has a great bod. That is my type.”
    “You know what I mean, Stone.”
    Why did everyone always assume that I didn’t measure up? “No, I don’t think I do know what you mean. Are you insinuating that she’s too good for me?” I could feel my blood pressure rising.
    Mike held his hands up in a conciliatory manner. “Of course not. I’m saying that you usually go for the girls who just want a little fun, not the kind of girls that want relationships. And speaking of relationships, isn’t she dating Chance?”
    “Not anymore.”
    “Well, when you ask her out, see if she has any friends that want to double date.”
    “So now it’s not enough that I find my own date. I have to find you one, too?”
    “I wouldn’t turn it down, if you did,” he said, chuckling. “And she has some hot friends.”
    The server delivered my order, and I took a sip of my tea. The conversation turned to other things, but Dara’s sexy mouth was never far from my mind.

    ***

    I slept late the next morning. When I pulled into the parking lot of the store, I saw Dara’s hideous ride parked in the corner of the lot. I whipped around the side of the building to park my bike where I always parked it, under the carport. I removed my helmet and that was when I first noticed her.
    She was wearing a pair of skintight blue jeans and a green, fitted shirt that accentuated the color of her eyes. She wore strappy, leather sandals that showed off her freshly-painted, hot pink toenails. Her blond hair hung just past her shoulders, and today it was straight and silky. I decided right then and there that Dara would look good no matter how her hair was fixed and no matter what type of clothing she wore. Hell, she could make Tom’s plaid pants and geeky glasses look sexy.
    Apparently, she had made a trip to the dumpster and was on her way back into the store. She walked toward me.
    “I saw you riding a wheelie through the parking lot yesterday.”
    I looked at her, but didn’t respond. Was that supposed to be news to me?
    “You think you’re a real badass on that thing, don’t you?” she asked, coming to a stop just a few feet away.
    “You’re wrong.”
    “Am I?” she asked, sounding like she didn’t believe me.
    “I don’t think I’m a badass on this thing. I know I am.”
    A change of emotion flickered across her face. I could tell Dara hadn’t experienced anyone quite like me. But then few girls had.
    “Conceited and a badass,” she spouted. “Now there’s a combination.”
    I shot her the most endearing grin I could muster. “Everybody has something they’re good at. Your heartthrob boyfriend knows his shit when it comes to football. I’m no running back, but this?” I motioned to the bike. “This is my shit.”
    I placed the helmet on the mirror and got off the bike. I walked toward her, her lips still parted in surprise to my response. The closer I got to her, the wider her green eyes opened. She stood her ground as I approached. I bent close to her, my face just inches away from hers. I could smell her perfume, and it drew me nearer.
    Damn, it wouldn’t take much for me to lean down right now and nibble on her lower lip. I could tell that she wanted me to. Her eyes were beautiful, her lids highlighted with shades of pink. Dark eyeliner had been applied under her eyes, starting out as a thin line on the inner part of the eye and widening as it reached the outer corners. Long, dark lashes framed the vibrant green irises. She was watching me closely, silently, unsure of my next move.
    I held my position. I wanted to keep her wondering. I wanted her to hope desperately that I would close the gap and touch my lips to her own. I wanted her to be aware that I was watching her as closely as she was watching me, to know that I was taller, stronger. I could see her pulse beating wildly along the slender column of her neck. I wanted her to want me.
    Once I