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grill. He cleared his throat. “Bad day, huh?”
    Did he really think it would be that easy? She laid out a bun and spread mayo and mustard on it, leaving off the ketchup because she knew he detested the stuff. “Math genius, huh?”
    “Something like that.” He angled his bottle in her direction, a speculative light in his eyes. “Know what you need, Angel?”
    “What’s that, Troy Lee?” She couldn’t keep the exasperated indulgence out of her voice.
    “A guy who’ll show you a good time. I mean, someone to hang with, without all the sex and expectations.”
    She stilled in the middle of layering pickles, lettuce and tomato on his burger. Lord, that sounded good. Of course she didn’t know any men interested in that scenario. No sex or expectations. Right. Ironic humor washed through her like a wave of acid. Shoot, Jim had brought his laundry by her house the Thursday before he left for Biloxi. His tighty-whities had been tumbling around in her dryer while he’d tumbled her. Before the week was up, he’d been back with a new wife. Obviously, too, Cookie had been looking for sex with no expectations of a follow-up.
    Okay, enough of the self-pity. She stilled the shaky desire to bawl. Smile, flirt, pretend nothing was wrong. That was the way to go.
    Cocking one hip to the side, she rested her hand on it and looked at him, dead in those baby blues. “Why, Troy Lee Farr, is that an offer?”

Chapter Three
    “Maybe.” Troy Lee smiled around the mouth of the bottle. She was relaxing, the visible strain draining out of her body as she busied herself with assembling the hamburger. “Do you want it to be?”
    She slanted a mock-flirtatious look at him from beneath thick lashes. “Maybe.”
    He laughed. Yeah, she would be okay. Probably he should have left well enough alone earlier, but something about the sheer unhappiness on her face when she’d been talking to Cookie had drawn him closer as soon as he’d walked into the club, propelled him to interrupt. The weird impulse didn’t make sense. Rescuing distressed damsels had never been his thing, badge or not. Besides, Angel Henderson didn’t seem like anybody’s idea of a damsel in need of rescuing. This was one lady who could hold her own.
    She slid the plate, hamburger cut in two, in his direction. One glance at the half-pound monstrosity dripping with fat red tomato and glistening green lettuce, and his taste buds sat up to beg in anticipation. The woman could make a serious burger.
    He lifted half for a bite. “Hey, about band dates…”
    Tomato juice, in cahoots with the mayonnaise, spurted at him and trickled down the side of his mouth. He glanced about for a napkin.
    “You have atrocious manners.” Laughing, Angel swiped at the corner of his lips with her thumb just as he darted his tongue out to catch the spicy dribble. Instead he captured a taste of smooth female skin along the tender side of her palm. Heated reaction slammed into his lower belly.
    Her lips—man, she had the most beautiful, kissable mouth he’d ever seen—parted on a gasp and she dropped her hand, stepping back so fast she caught a boot heel on the padded floor covering in front of the food-prep area and lost her balance.
    Her hands flailed and panic sparked in her eyes. Tossing the burger toward the plate, he grabbed her waist to steady her.
    Their combined momentum—his pulling and her leaning forward to overcompensate for the lost equilibrium—brought them torso to torso. The reality of her, soft breasts, flat stomach, lean thighs, combined with his too-long-to-think-about state of celibacy. Heated reaction speared lower than his belly this time around and provided his dick with a mind of its own.
    Her big blue eyes widened and he jerked back, making sure she was secure on her feet before he released her. He yanked a hand through his hair, his neck blazed. “I’m sorry. I’m a guy, it’s been a while and licking you…”
    If anything, her eyes went wider. His face