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if it did, she’d put it off to the bad date they already knew about tracking her down. She’d just as quickly say she’d dealt with him and was lining up another date. Denial was her best chance at keeping her friends off the scent of man-related gossip.
    Maybe, if her luck was remotely decent, her friends would let the matter drop. If she was really lucky, Danny would let things drop and she could move on without internal conflicts.

Chapter Four
    Tabatha smiled at Connor as he held the door for her. The oceanside seafood restaurant had been a nice choice for their second date. She’d been a little concerned by his profile listing him as an attorney arguing cases as high as the Supreme Court. He’d turned out to be hysterical and had her laughing all through both their meals.
    Tonight’s laughter had centered around stupid human stories fueled by the people they met through their jobs. His were about some of the outlandish lawsuits and courtroom antics. Hers were mostly about the ridiculous things brides requested for venues—like the couple who’d thought it would be a good idea to exchange vows in a row boat.
    â€œWant to walk?” Connor nodded toward the beach across the street.
    Tabatha loved looking at the ocean, feeling the sand beneath her feet, hearing the waves and smelling the salty air. She hadn’t walked on the beach since moving to Miami though. It had been avoidance, because the beach reminded her of Danny, but moving on meant no more avoidance. She enjoyed Connor and figured he was as good a companion as any for her first sandy outing.
    â€œSure.”
    They crossed the street at a jog as the numbers on the crosswalk timer counted down from five. The thin heels of her shoes struck the pavement with solid clicks. The softness of her skirt brushed her ankles. Once they reached the sand, she pulled her shoes off and hooked the strappy backs on her index finger along with her matching clutch. Connor removed his dress shoes and socks, stuffed the socks in the shoe toes, and then rolled the hems of his slacks up.
    Tabatha dug her toes into the sand, wiggling them in the cool grains. The caress whispered along her sole, up the sides of her feet and curled around her heel. Her eyes drifted closed and she sighed with pleasure. Why had she stayed away? Why had she given Danny the power to keep her away from something she’d loved?
    Why was she thinking about Danny during her date with Connor?
    â€œReady?” With his shoes in one hand, Connor offered his hand.
    Not tall, but a few inches taller than her, thin and sexy in a suit, she easily pictured him in a courtroom. Now she saw that he fit just as completely on the beach. He could be serious, but he still knew how to play. Her stomach flip-flopped when he smiled at her and he made her laugh easily.
    â€œYeah, I’m ready.” To take a chance.
    Hand in hand they headed toward the water’s edge where the sand squished cool and moist between her toes. Every frustration of dealing with contract negotiations, indecisive brides or bridezillas was scuffed away by the light abrasion of the sand.
    â€œI miss this.”
    â€œWalking?”
    â€œWalking on the beach with a sexy man in the day’s fading light.”
    â€œYou think I’m sexy?”
    â€œPlease.” She rolled her eyes and rubbed her arm against his. “Like you didn’t already know that.”
    â€œIt’s still nice to hear.”
    â€œWell, I’m not saying it again so you’ll have to get more ego strokes from someone else.” Light and friendly, with no talk of seriousness, was the chord they’d struck on their first date and it seemed to be the chord they were sticking with.
    â€œFine, but just so you know, I’ll stroke whatever you want me to as many times as you want.”
    She chuckled. “Connor, are you trying to talk dirty?”
    â€œIt wouldn’t work on someone as classy as