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been jogging very long. It shouldn’t be too sweaty.” Stooping, he
picked up the stick that the dog had returned to him and threw it again. The
movement picked up the light and cast every rippled of those abs into sharp
relief.
    His
belly was completely flat, the jut of his hipbones concave.
    My
mouth watered, and my fingers itched to touch.
    “My
job doesn’t allow us to smoke.”
    It
took a minute before I realized that he was continuing the thread of our
conversation from minutes earlier, before he’d stripped. But as he spoke his
eyes flickered down to my breasts, to where nipples that were taut with the
cold were clearly visible through the thin fabric.
    They
became taut for another reason entirely as I hurried to slide my arms into the
t-shirt. It was baggy, hitting me mid thigh, but the warmth was more than
welcome.
    And
the scent it released... I wanted to bury my nose in the folds and inhale. It
was that scent I’d picked up the night before, the one that was so uniquely
him, that was burned into my mind forever.
    I
wrapped my arms around myself, ostensibly to warm myself further, but really to
push that scent right into my skin.
    “Does
Jax have a new rule about smoking?” I frowned as I shifted my weight from one
foot to the other. Last I knew, Dylan worked for his friend Jax at
Automovation, the shop Jax had inherited from his dad. The kind of guys who
were employed there wouldn’t be real impressed if they weren’t allowed to drink
beer and smoke when closing time neared.
    “I
don’t work for Jax anymore.” Dylan’s eyebrows rose slightly as he spoke, and I
saw that he wasn’t going to volunteer any more information. Though I was dying
to know what he was doing now, I didn’t intend to be the one to break down and
ask.
    “And
you have a dog.” I watched as he hunkered down to rub the belly of the dog who,
clearly exhausted, had returned from the last trip fetching the stick to flop
on its back at Dylan’s face.
    “This
is Poose.” He scratched the dog along the rump, and the dog looked up at him
like she would do anything for him. Anything at all.
    I
knew exactly how that dog felt.
    “Poose?”
I asked, slightly amused. “Where did you find that name?”
    “She’s
a rescue dog. It’s the name she came with.” He looked up at me, and I saw that
there was a softness around his eyes that hadn’t been there years ago. “I tried
changing it, but she won’t respond to anything else.”
    I
liked that softness. It made me want him all the more.
    The
silence stretched out between us. I looked down at the ground, at the smooth
expanse of wet sand, mosaics of pebbles splashed out here and there.
    When
I looked back up, I found him watching me with a hint of a smirk on his lips,
like he knew exactly where my thoughts had wandered. It took a lot to tease
that smile out, but when it appeared, it caused my stomach to do funny little
flip-flops.
    “What?”
I said, finally breaking down our verbal staring match.
    Those
lips quirked up a bit more. “You’re not a Gemini.”
    My
brow furrowed. What the hell was he talking about?
    Then
it hit me, and a felt a flush spread over my skin, melting the chill bumps.
    “You
saw that, huh?” I tried to use wryness to cover the embarrassment. There was no
point in trying to hide the tattoo now that he’d seen it, though my fingers
itched to rub the skin where the ink was etched.
    “I
did,” he said. Was I imagining it, or had the timbre of his voice become husky?
    I
looked up through my eyelashes. No, I wasn’t imagining the heat in his look.
    Acting
on that heat would be the stupidest idea ever.
    “So
why the symbol for Gemini? You’re an Aquarius.” He spoke like a man who knew he
was right.
    I
would have been stunned at the fact that he knew my birthday... except that I
had shared the day with Ella. The turn in the conversation had thrown cold
water over the attraction that had begun to simmer in my belly.
    “Gemini
is the sign of twins.”