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driven people. I couldn't deny that the thought that he might be thinking the same thing about me, stung.
    He must have seen it in my face, because he hurried to explain. "You're very insecure, Cara. I look at you, this beautiful, amazing woman, and it just doesn't fit. Now, though, I understand. It must be hard to have all your parents' expectations heavy on your shoulders."
    "My daddy died when I was six." The words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. I didn't openly talk about my family, and I was shocked to find myself doing it this soon in our relationship. "Let me get my coat."
    Before I could turn away, I felt Kevin catch my elbow. "I'm sorry for your loss."
    "Well," I smiled tightly, "it was a long time ago."
    "Still…"
    "If you want to get going, I should…"
    "Right." He released me, but I could tell by his furrowed brow that he was trying to figure something out.
    I walked to my bedroom as quickly as I could, wishing I could erase my moment of vulnerability. I wanted to have fun, I didn't want our date to turn into a therapy session. I'd never dated someone like him before, someone who made me want to confide in him. But even though I wanted to, I knew I wasn't ready to cry on his shoulder just yet. Mama always told me that you didn't let a man glimpse your baggage until you'd made it down the aisle, otherwise you'd never hope to get him there at all. Not that I was suggesting we'd get married, but… her logic, twisted as usual, always made a certain kind of sense. And I really didn't want to ruin the evening, so with that in mind, when I walked back into the living room wearing a deep purple pea coat, I was also wearing a bright smile.
    "Ready to go?" I asked, steering my tone towards cheerful.
    Kevin scrutinized me, but if he had doubts about the sudden turnaround in my mood, he didn't say so. "Of course. And, Cara… you look beautiful."
    My smile stretched, becoming a bit more genuine. "Thank you." As I moved toward him, he offered me his elbow and I slid my hand around it. "Am I underdressed?"
    "No, not at all. I think your outfit is perfect for where we're going."
    I gave him an appreciative glance, taking a moment to appreciate what he himself was wearing. Kevin had on a dark blue plaid shirt, left open to reveal a white t-shirt that couldn't hide the well-defined muscles beneath. Otherwise, he wore a pair of light blue jeans and brown cowboy boots. It was an outfit the boys I'd grown up with wore to this day, but on him it looked sexy—perhaps because I knew he was more than a stereotype.
    To prove my point, when he walked me to my car door and opened it for me, I saw a stuffed teddy bear inside, holding a single long-stemmed red rose between its furry paws. "Aw! Kevin!" I squealed in excitement.
    "It made me think of you," he said with a shrug.
    I looked at it, then back at him again, and I couldn't help what came next. Instinctively, I leaned forward and our lips met. The kiss was short, but from the first moment of contact I felt my body begin to heat up. He might have been caught off-guard by the gesture, but he returned the kiss, and before I knew it, my blood was heading toward a rapid boil. When we broke apart, only seconds later, he had a goofy grin on his face, his coffee-brown eyes sparkling, and I felt like my insides had turned to mush.
    When I picked up the teddy bear and took my seat, I felt a smug little smile slide over my lips. I felt so wonderfully delicious, from the top of my head all the way down to my pulsing crotch. Maybe, I thought lazily, Julie had been right. Gifts were typically a sign, right? As Kevin slid into the driver's side next to me, we exchanged flirty glances and shy smiles. He reached over and squeezed my hand before putting the key in the ignition, and I felt my pussy dampen with desire. God, maybe she was right. At this moment, I sure hoped she was.
    We didn't talk much on the drive. We were acting like smitten teenagers—finding ways to initiate contact