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second-guessed just about everything today.
    â€œHere we are,” he echoed, his voice deliciously deep. Melly wanted to see him again. She knew that for sure. But she didn’t want to be the one to ask. Despite putting herself on the website, she still liked the guy to make the first move.
    â€œThanks for the coffee,” she said, then bit her lip. She’d bought the coffee. Man, he had her rattled. “I mean…”
    â€œI know what you mean,” he answered. Her bag was starting to slip again, and he reached out, adjusted the strap so it was on her shoulder, his fingers brushing her arm. Goosebumps rose up on her skin at the contact, and nerves tangled in her belly as he stepped closer.
    â€œI had a nice time,” he said softly, and then he dipped his head just a little and kissed her lightly. Just a soft, brief graze on the lips, but it was enough to nearly put her into meltdown.
    â€œMe too,” she said on a breath, blinking and looking up at him with dazed eyes.
    â€œIf you’re interested, I’d like to see you again.” Brett reached around her and opened her car door.
    â€œI’m interested,” Melly said quickly and then figured she looked overeager. She wondered if the day would come where she wouldn’t feel like an idiot.
    â€œShould I just message you through the site?” His blue eyes rested on her, and her nerves were so ramped up now that it felt like her whole body was on alert.
    â€œDo you have a phone?”
    He reached into his back pocket and took out his cell. She took it and quickly entered her number. “Here. Now you can text me. Or call. Or…whatever.”
    â€œI’ll do that. Maybe we can go to dinner or something.”
    â€œThat sounds good.” She smiled. Wondered why on earth she thought grabbing him by the shirt collar and dragging him into her backseat sounded more preferable to a dinner date.
    â€œI’ll be in touch then.” He smiled. “Thanks for the coffee, Melly.”
    â€œAnytime,” she replied and got into her car while he was still holding the door. He shut it behind her and then moved to the sidewalk, lifting a hand in farewell as she pulled away from the curb.
    â€œWell,” she breathed, looking at him in her rear view mirror. “I’ll be damned.

Chapter Four
    Brett wasn’t about to tell his sisters a thing about his date, other than she was nice and it went well. When Manda pressed him about whether or not he was going to see Melissa again, he merely shrugged and said he wasn’t sure. But he placated his sister by asking her to give him the password for his profile, which she took as a good sign that he was on board.
    And then he immediately changed the password so she couldn’t get access anymore.
    He texted Melly and asked her to dinner on Friday night, saying he’d drive into Helena this time. They agreed that she’d make reservations for eight o’clock since she knew the city restaurants better than he did, and she’d meet him there. Brett was nervous as hell. Melly was looking for love. He wasn’t. She was open to dating for fun…that he could handle. Dinner was easy, but what about after?
    There was no denying there was chemistry, but how far did he want things to go? What was, well, appropriate? Shit, he hated dating and rules and just…everything. He was still kind of reeling from the first date, if he were being honest. He’d gone to be polite and ended up beneath Memorial Bridge with her legs wrapped around him. Lord, she’d been sweet. Sweet and sultry.
    At a meeting with his lawyer on Wednesday, he was so distracted that he barely registered that his latest offer on a property had been turned down. He finally turned to his buddy Austin for advice. Austin was married with a sweet wife and a little boy, but he was still good for a few beers and lots of laughs. Austin clapped him on the back, congratulated him on