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in her throat. Although admittedly each time it seemed to
get a little easier.
    As Tyler strode toward her like he was on a mission, she
knew that he’d been aware of her presence long before she of his. Damn him and
his keen observational skills. Just once, she’d like to be prepared before he
was. And just once, she’d like to look halfway decent when these chance
meetings occurred, she thought dismally. Sweatpants, a ratty old t-shirt, hair
in a bun and no makeup did not put her in any condition to woo a man. Not that
she was proficient at it anyway but her attire certainly didn’t help.
    Then again, he was wearing a pair of dark sweatpants and a
gray t-shirt but somehow on him it was appealing. In fact, anything he wore
looked good on him. But there was something about the casual comfort, the way
his pants rested low on his hips, how his shirt stretched across the broad expanse
of his chest, the confidence of his swagger. In a word, he looked edible.
    And he was almost next to her so she forced herself to stop
her mental ramblings and greet him before she made a fool of herself. “Okay, it’s
official. You’re stalking me, aren’t you?”
    His dark eyes glittered as his gaze dropped to her mouth. He
licked his lips and the sight of his pink tongue was like a direct caress to
her clit. Involuntarily she shivered. “What if I was?”
    At what must have been her stunned expression, he laughed.
The warm, low sound just did something to her. Turned her insides into mush and
had her nipples peaking.
    “Honest to God, I was just walking past on the way to my
car. I saw you in the window and thought I’d come say hi. What do you have in
here?” He tugged the basket she was carrying.
    She tugged back before he pulled her into him. “Nothing
exciting. Just the essentials.”
    “You know, you seriously need to start doing something about
this platitudinous existence of yours, Mina.”
    “There he goes again with the big words.” Even though she
had been the one to belabor the point, she wasn’t so sure she wanted him
dwelling on how boring her life was. Knowing him, he’d probably try to find
some way to fix that for her, and she’d built her life like this by design.
    He smirked. “Yeah, you know me and the thesaurus are good
buddies. But I’m glad I ran into you. I was gonna have Chloe call you anyway.
Are you doing anything tonight?”
    Suddenly a lump lodged in her throat right next to her
barely beating heart. She didn’t know if her voice could make it through all
those roadblocks, so she shook her head.
    “I’m gonna be at Able’s tonight around eight and I think you
should come. Chloe and Brian will be there too.”
    Able’s was a fairly popular bar in town. She had never gone
there, as it was even less her scene than the fights. But she’d heard Chloe
speak of it often enough that she knew where it was. Could she go, though? Should she go?
    After their impromptu coffee break she’d been sure that he’d
gotten his fill of her, that his goal in spending time with her had been
accomplished. Why then was he asking her out now? And from his comment about
Chloe, this invitation had been premeditated. What more could he possibly want
with her? One thing she did know was that her presence in a bar would be all
kinds of awkward.
    He must have seen the warring indecision on her face because
when he next spoke his tone was cajoling, deliberately low and persuasive. “As
far as I can tell, you just need to loosen up and tonight will be the perfect opportunity
for you to do that. Some part of you must want to branch out and try new things,
otherwise you wouldn’t have started coming to the fights.”
    Her eyes narrowed on him. “Between you and Chloe you’re on
some sort of mission, aren’t you? To see how far out of my comfort zone I can
be pushed.” She immediately regretted her words as she saw that now familiar
spark of curiosity light up his eyes. Inwardly she groaned. She really didn’t
want to