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the couches and chairs looked familiar. Maybe she’d beat him here. Or maybe her darkened sunglasses kept her from seeing clearly. She moved toward an empty table.
    “Sanfrandani?” a male voice asked.
    Dani turned. A man, sitting at a table back against the wall near the bookstore portion of the café, was staring at her. She took a closer look, resisting the urge to push her sunglasses up above her forehead.
    Thick dark lashes framed clear, warm eyes. Brown, maybe black, hair carelessly styled, as if he’d run his fingers through it, not a comb, fell past his collar in the back. His hair hadn’t looked like this in his picture or maybe the cap had hid it. Either way, his hair changed his looks completely. But she wasn’t complaining. In fact, Dani wouldn’t mind running her fingers through his hair. “Big…brother?”
    He nodded.
    Heaven help her. The contrast between his dark hair and lighter complexion and eyes was, in a word, stunning. Talk about a picture not doing someone justice. His photo made him look cute, but didn’t show his true appearance at all.
    Was he hiding something, like her?
    Dani was willing to take that chance.
    As she walked toward him, he stood. Wowsa. He was tall, over six feet. Fit, trim, perfect. Men who looked like him only existed in magazines or the movies or her dreams. Yet she was having coffee with him. Her pulse quickened.
    Pull yourself together.
    Dani extended her arm. His large warm hand engulfed hers, his shake solid. She cleared her throat. “Nice to meet you.”
    He pulled a chair out for her. Good manners. “Thanks for suggesting this.”
    She wanted to thank his parents for having him and James for forcing her to ask Bigbrother out. Intelligent, handsome, polite. A blind date couldn’t get much better than this. Or him.
    Dani took the seat he offered. “You’re welcome.”
    He sat across from her. Their gazes met.
    Her heart bumped.
    Oh, boy. She crossed her legs, tilted her head and gave him her best buy-me-a-drink smile.
    He looked faintly startled.
    Why…?
    “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you.” She leaned forward just a little.
    “It’s an old photo,” he admitted. “Good thing I had no trouble recognizing you from your picture.”
    Dani frowned. “My…”
    And then she realized. That picture. No wonder he looked taken aback.
    Bigbrother was totally hot.
    And she looked totally…not.

CHAPTER THREE
    B RYCE watched Sanfrandani tug surreptitiously on the waistband of her baggy sweats and bit back a smile. Nice hips. But the clothes…She looked like a kid who’d dressed with her eyes closed or a coed slumming in her boyfriend’s clothes.
    Obviously she didn’t care what kind of impression she made on him.
    He could find her confidence attractive.
    Or insulting.
    “What will you have?” she asked, standing in line to order.
    “Two shots Americano.”
    She pushed her sunglasses on top of her head to read the menu. “Breakfast?”
    “No, thanks.”
    She turned her head. “Sure?”
    He stared into her sparkling blue eyes and suddenly wasn’t sure about anything. Where had those beauties come from? “I’m not hungry.”
    She stepped up to the counter to order. “A two shot Americano, a white mocha and one lemon-poppy seed waffle.”
    Bryce pulled out his wallet as the barista, a young man with pierced ears and a tattoo on his forearm, pulled the shots.
    Sanfrandani handed the bright-eyed girl behind the counter a twenty. “My treat, remember.”
    Confident, he thought again. And it was attractive.
    “You pay,” he said. “I’ll carry.”
    A beat passed. And another. “Fine with me.”
    As she put her change into her wallet, Bryce gave her the once-over. Okay, all was not lost. He could see raw material there, hidden under the bulky sweats. With those pretty baby blues and full lips most women would pay big bucks to have, Sanfrandani wasn’t so bad.
    She raised an eyebrow. “See something you like after all?”
    Bryce broke into a