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it ‘til his eyes bled if it meant he’d have a better understanding of the special woman beside him. “Are you hungry?” Neither of them had eaten much of the meal on the plane.
    “A little.”
    “Do you want to stop? I’m going to take 360 down through Arlington, and then head west on I-20. We can eat just about anything you want along that route.”
    She frowned, not sure what she was hungry for. “What sounds good to you?”
    “Do you want to go to Rudy’s on I-20 in Arlington?” he asked. “I always miss Texas barbecue the most.”
    “That sounds good.” Really, she’d eat anything if it meant another hour in his company.
    “Have you always lived in Texas?”
    “Yeah. I lived in Weatherford until I was ten, and my mom died of breast cancer. Then I moved in with my aunt in Wiggieville.”
    He frowned. “Why didn’t you live with your dad?”
    “That’s a story for another day,” she said softly. She wasn’t going to change the mood of their day together by telling him about her father going away. Why would she? It wasn’t something she liked to remember, and she didn’t need him feeling sorry for her.
    “All right.” He was curious, but she had the right to her secrets.
    “You were born in Louisiana, right?”
    “You really have been reading my bio! Yes, my mom was a professor at a university there.” He wasn’t sure how he felt about her knowing so much more about him than he knew about her. He’d have to look up her official bio when he got home. Did authors have bios?
    “Do you ever go home?”
    He shrugged. “For holidays. I go visit from time to time. Mom comes here to see me on school breaks occasionally. She was here last month.”
    “What does she teach?” She knew he was an only child, and that he’d been raised mostly by his mother.
    “English Literature.”
    “Did you go to the school where she teaches?”
    He nodded. “Yeah, I did. It was free.”
    “That makes sense.” She’d been raised with little. The life she’d built with her aunt had been good, once she’d moved in with her, but there had been no money for anything extra. “When did you decide to become an actor?” She’d seen the question posed to him dozens of times, but he’d always avoided the subject.
    “I don’t know if that’s something to answer within hours of meeting someone.”
    She eyed him curiously. “Why not?”
    “It’s long and kind of depressing. Let’s save that for another day.”
    “I can deal with that.” May hadn’t thought of him as someone who would ever get depressed, but she’d only seen his public persona in the interviews she watched over and over. This man was different than she’d thought he would be. More intense.
    “What about you? When did you decide to become a writer?”
    She smiled. “I knew from the time I was eight. We had to write a story for language arts class, and mine was chosen by the teacher to be read aloud. When everyone laughed at my story, I knew I’d found my calling.”
    “Did you always plan to write romance?”
    “I think so. That’s a harder question. My mom and I would snuggle up together and watch rom coms when I was a girl. Especially after she had to stop working because of her cancer. I’d just climb in bed with her, and we’d watch movies all day. It seemed the natural route for me.”
    “And you started writing in college?”
    She shook her head. “I started filling up notebook after notebook on my school breaks. I learned to type in junior high, just so I could be faster. Everything I did in life, from that day when I was eight, was geared toward me becoming a writer. I’ve never wanted anything so much.”
    “Wow. I’ve never been that single-minded about anything. Except maybe acting.” And her. He had an idea he was going to be that single-minded about her.
    He pulled into the parking lot at Rudy’s, glad it was between the lunch rush and the dinner rush. “I think we’re here at a good time. We might not have to