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that one.”
    â€œMe, neither. Monday’s my thirty-fourth birthday.”
    â€œOh.” His birthday was in two days? “Happy birthday.”
    He gave her a wolfish smile. “As early celebrations go, today has been off the charts.”
    Did he see her as his gift to himself? She swallowed, hoping she lived up to his expectations. “Perfect cocktail for a zombie apocalypse?”
    â€œRookie mistake. Zombie apocalypse is the time to stay sober. It’s critical to keep a clear head and steady shooting hand for those all-important double taps.”
    She laughed. “Good point.”
    After the waitress returned with their drinks, Gray clarified that they were playing basic eight ball and that they had to call their intended shots.
    â€œHell, yes,” Dani insisted. “Miss your pocket, lose your turn.”
    He set the plastic triangle on the green felt. “Ladies first?”
    â€œOr we could lag for the break,” she said, suggesting the more official method of shooting a ball off the far rail. Whoever’s ball came back closest would break.
    â€œSerious player,” he said approvingly. “Most of my construction buddies just flip a coin.”
    Construction buddies? Dani knew it wasn’t uncommon for architects to visit build sites, so it shouldn’t surprise her that he had friends among the construction crews. Yet she had trouble picturing the man who normally wore expensive suits, the one who was so reserved he’d never fully smiled at her until today, trash-talking construction guys over beer and pool. She started to tell him that he seemed different, which she meant as a compliment, but she couldn’t think of a way to say it that wouldn’t make him sound previously aloof or stuffy. Weren’t most people more likely to loosen up on the weekends?
So stop overanalyzing and just be thankful you ran into him on a Saturday.
    They each selected a solid-colored ball and shot for the foot rail. The balls rolled back, hers stopping a fraction of an inch before his.
    â€œYour break,” she said.
    â€œClose, though.” He gave her a look of mock regret. “I guess a player with your skill isn’t likely to do the girl thing, huh?”
    â€œGirl thing?”
    He sipped his beer. “You know, where you ask a big strong guy to help you with your form so he has a reason to put his arms around you.”
    Dani stepped forward, leaning her pool cue against the railing. Looking intrigued, he set down his beer as she moved closer, invading his personal space.
    She reached for his hand. His fingers were cool from the beer, but heat rolled through her anyway. “I’m a woman, not a girl. If I want a man to touch me, I don’t need a lame excuse.” She settled his hand on the curve of her hip, her pulse kicking up a notch when they were close enough that they could have been kissing.
    His eyes were mesmerizing, light-colored but blazing with intensity. “Good to know.” Raising his free hand, he traced her lower lip with the pad of his thumb. Desire had been sparking inside her since the moment he’d smiled at her in the office hallway, but now a pang of sharp arousal jolted her—and they were fully dressed in a public place. Imagining the kind of magic he could work in the privacy of her apartment left her dizzy.
    If she didn’t move away from him, she would be in no condition to shoot pool accurately. Which might not matter in the larger scheme of things, but she had to admit, part of her wanted to impress him.
    When she stepped back, reaching for her drink, Gray gave her one more scorching look, then took his place at the table. The competitor in her wanted to watch the balls scatter and check for strategic positioning; the female in her was having difficulty looking away from the back of his jeans. When he’d said earlier that he liked physical activity, it had obviously been more than innuendo. He was