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again. I’m going to throw my license away and become a hermit who never leaves my house.”
    Dax chuckled. “I don’t think I’d go that far. But you want to answer my original question now? Everything okay?”
    Mackenzie huffed out a breath and leaned back against the couch, one hand holding the phone to her ear and the other still holding the cup of cocoa in her hand. “I’m fine.”
    “You’re fine.” His words weren’t stated as a question, but Mackenzie could tell they were a question nevertheless.
    “What was your name again?”
    “Daxton Chambers.”
    “Well, Daxton Chambers, I don’t know if you are really who you say you are, but I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt here. If you must know, I’d had a really crappy day when I was pulled over. I know, everyone has crappy days, but that was a really crappy day. To top off a crappy day at work, where I spilled my lunch and didn’t have any chance to get anything to eat to replace it, and where I got yelled at by my horrible boss for something stupid, I had just spent two hours at my mom’s house where I was told I was basically a dried-up old maid and it was all my fault because I’m too picky and I chase every guy away. So yeah, when I got pulled over, I can’t say I was in a happy place. But the day ended with a warning instead of a ticket, so my felon-free life is still squeaky clean and I’ve moved on.”
    Mackenzie forced herself to stop talking. She was such a dork.
    “In case you’re wondering, I’m not easily chased away.”
    “Shit!” At his surprising words, Mackenzie had spilled her mug of hot chocolate—again—and it was now seeping into the cushions of her couch as well as dripping off onto the floor. “Shit. Shit. Shit! Hang on. Fuck.” Mackenzie threw the phone down and frantically looked around for something to mop up the drink. Seeing nothing, she sighed and whipped off the T-shirt she was wearing. It was already stained with who-the-hell-knew-what, so she might as well use it as a towel. She held it to the couch, trying to clean up the bulk of the mess. She kneeled on the floor and tried to mop up the liquid on the couch as well as what was dripping over the side.
    Mackenzie reached over with her free hand and brought her phone back up to her ear. “Hello? Are you still there?”
    “What happened? Are you hurt?” Dax’s voice was hard and urgent.
    “Sorry! No, I’m fine. I spilled my drink. That’s all. I told you I was clumsy.”
    Dax relaxed back against the counter where he’d been standing. For a second, he was afraid Mackenzie had been hurt and he’d have to call 911 for her. He grinned. “I gotta say, this has to be one of the most fascinating phone calls I’ve ever had with a woman.”
    “Oh Lord.” Mackenzie rested her head on the cushion in front of her. The couch muffled her voice when she mumbled, “I’m seriously never leaving the house again.”
    “I hope that’s not true, since I’m coming over tomorrow night to pick you up and take you to dinner.”
    Dax waited for a response, but didn’t get one. He knew Mackenzie hadn’t hung up because he could still hear her breathing on the other end of the phone. He hadn’t been this interested in a woman since…well, in a really long time. Mackenzie was cute as hell and he knew she wasn’t even trying to be. That was what drew him in the most.
    “Mackenzie? You still there?”
    “Yeah, but I think I’m having hallucinations. Maybe the cocoa was bad or something.”
    “You’re not hallucinating and I don’t think hot chocolate goes bad. I’m coming over tomorrow night. I’ll be there around six to take you out to dinner. It’ll be casual, so don’t wear anything fancy.”
    “I don’t think I own anything fancy. I’d just ruin it anyway; I’d probably drop my fork in my lap or something and mess it up.”
    Dax noticed Mackenzie hadn’t tried to get out of the date. He smiled again. “Good. You gonna be there tomorrow at