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the miniature golf club and twisted her lip. “Two things. I am competitive, but I’m terrible at miniature golf.”
    They stood before the first hole. Casanova had paid for the game and handed her a club with an enthusiastic look on his face. She hadn’t lied; she sucked at miniature golf. She knew customer service, singing, and running a business, but not hand-eye coordination.
    “Lucky for you, I’m an expert. I’ll help you out.” He held out his hand to indicate the starting point. “Ladies first.”
    She blew out a breath and pulled her lower lip between her teeth. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
    By the fifth hole, Kacey was having fun, if not playing well. He, on the other hand, always handled the course easily. She would have been annoyed by how easy he made the game look, except he kept her laughing, mostly with his random questions to test her knowledge of wrestling. With every one she answered correctly, the admiration in his eyes grew.
    She approached the fifth hole and hit the ball directly into the course’s green lagoon. A muffled sound came from behind and she spun to face him. He placed his fist over his mouth and pretended to cough. Kacey lifted her chin and suppressed her own laughter. “Are you laughing at me?”
    He dropped his hand and grinned. “Yes. You’re terrible.”
    “I’m not terrible. I’m just not…good,” she said with a smile.
    “It’s your swing. You’re swinging too hard and you’re not looking at the ball.”
    “I am looking at the ball.” She looked down at the fake green grass.
    “No, you glance at the ball, then you look at the hole and swing as if you’re trying to hit a baseball.” Aaron dropped his club and came up behind her. “Here, let me help you out.”
    He turned her to the side and wrapped his long arms around her body. She let out a silent gasp and fought not to groan. His lean body didn’t quite press into hers, making her want to eradicate the distance and rub her back against his front.
    His agile fingers wrapped around her wrists, the tips directly over her fluttering pulse. Easing his fingers past her wrist, he fully engulfed her hands around the thin club. Kacey’s body hummed. She shifted from foot to foot, but the vibrations of desire didn’t lessen.
    He stepped forward, their bodies touching. “Stop fidgeting,” he said close to her ear. His lips didn’t touch and that made her want to shift so they could.
    She sucked in a breath. Her body tightened, but she didn’t move away.
    “Relax,” he whispered into her ear and ran his hands up her bare arms. His palms were slightly calloused, but not enough to detract from the pleasure of having his hands on her body. She didn’t like men with soft hands; she worked hard and loved men who worked equally as hard.
    Even if he’s a trucker?
    She blinked and pushed away that thought. He was a trucker, but he wasn’t Dewayne. The older guy who’d taken advantage of her romantic teenage heart for his own pleasure. Since Dewayne had forced her to grow up the hard way, she’d avoided dating truckers who only came into Momma’s Kitchen to eat and hook up. But this time was different. She was older. Wiser. In control.
This
wasn’t dating.
This
was one night of fun,
not
the start of a lifetime of love.
    “You’re tense,” he said. “You can’t hit the ball if you’re stiff.”
     “I’m relaxed,” she said in a low and strained voice.
    Once again he clasped her hands on the club. “You’ve got the club in a stranglehold. It’s not a bat. Hold it gently. Caress it.” His fingers massaged her stiff fingers. “Stroke it.” His lips brushed her ear.
    A shiver went through her body before she let out a light chuckle. “Stroke the golf club?”
    His fingers continued the slow massage. “Yes.” He kept his mouth close to her ear.
    Kacey pushed her hips backward just slightly. He pressed forward and the hard rod of his erection met her backside. “Stroke it.”
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