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    The thing was, Carter might be obnoxious, and he might be cocky as hell, but he wasn’t wrong, and even as Regan laughed, Maya’s voice echoed in her brain.
If anyone deserves a little distraction, it’s you.
    After a while, she wiped her mouth on a napkin and lifted her right shoulder. “Even if that were true—and I’m not saying it is—what makes you think you’re the man for the job?”
    “You shittin’ me?” The half smile was back. “After what happened down at your shop?”
    Katie’s hand froze halfway to her mouth, letting a couple of olives tumble from the chip. “What happened?”
    “She couldn’t keep her hands off me.”
    “I
what
?” Regan choked. “I cut your hair, Carter; it involves a little touching.”
    “Not like that.” He winked at Katie and grinned cheekily. “And you should’ve seen her over there getting some food a minute ago. She tried to kill Maya just so we could be alone.”
    “Oh my God,” Regan laughed. “In your dreams maybe.”
    “No
maybe
about it.” He thumbed to the spot where they’d been standing when he touched her hair. “And what about over there? You telling me you react like that every time some guy talks to you?”
    His grin was too cocky, too confident.
Too right
.
    Damn it. Pulling her plate out of Carter’s reach, Regan tried to give him a look of utter indifference, but her mouth kept twitching against a smile. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “Ohmygod.” Katie let her chip fall to the table. “What happened?”
    “Nothing
.
”
Regan tipped a warning look at Carter, who simply shrugged and stared straight back at her.
    “Me and you, Red.” He took another sip of his beer, his dark eyes never leaving hers. “Midnight.”
    “Not gonna happen.”
    “Oh, come on. Give me one good reason why not.”
    “I’ll give you three.” She took a sip of her drink, then held up her index finger. “The first is because it would be bad form given Jayne’s efforts tonight with Leon.”
    “She doesn’t have to know.”
    Her grin caught her by surprise, but she carried on, lifting her second finger up as well. “The second is that we hardly know each other, so I’m not about to start locking lips or any other body parts with you. And the third—”
    “Whoa whoa whoa. Hold on.” He held up his free hand and stared straight back at her with eyes that both sparkled and mocked. “Nice to know you’ve thought about it, too, but all I’m talking about is a kiss. Lips only; no other body parts involved. Not yet, anyway.”
    He popped the rest of the deep-fried cheese stick in his mouth and looked up at the clock.
    “We’re running out of time, so if you want to get to know me better before I kiss you, let’s get to it.” He barely took the time to breathe before carrying on. “Favorite color?”
    Regan shrugged indifferently. “Green.”
    “Mine’s red.” He waggled his brow as his gaze moved over her hair. “Family?”
    “Really giving it the old college try here, aren’t ya?” Regan sat back in her chair, arms crossed over her chest. “Okay. Mom lives out in the valley.”
    “No brothers or sisters?” He didn’t let her finish shaking her head before he was on to his next question. “Favorite hockey team?”
    “I only watch during the Stanley Cup.”
    “Ooooh.” His wince was almost convincing. “Wrong answer.”
    “What are you guys talking about?” Nick strode into the room with an empty wineglass in one hand, two empty beer bottles in the other, and headed straight for the makeshift bar they’d set up on the counter.
    Katie laughed. “Carter’s hitting on Regan.”
    Nick’s hand stilled against a bottle of Grey Goose, his hesitant gaze moving from Katie to Carter and finally to Regan, who still sat with her arms crossed. With a slow chuckle, he tipped the vodka into the martini shaker.
    “Looks like he’s striking out. Guess there really is a first for everything.”
    “First for what?”