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cake. “The endowment might cause a few arguments but there’s not likely to be any bloodshed.”
    â€œWell, not if Cole stays out of my shop, anyway.” Dani met Samantha’s gaze and they both grinned.
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    Dani’s resentment of Cole Sullivan resurfaced two days later as she sat behind him at the baptismal instruction class.
    He’d baited her into declaring her candidacy when she usually preferred to weigh the situation carefully before making a decision. Not that any decision came easily these days.
    At least she hadn’t had time to brood, to decide one way and then the other, or to fret over how it would affect Faith, her business or the future.
    There’d been no going back after making the announcement in front of the women in her shop. In order to build a successful business she needed to look strong and steady, not weak and foolish. So she was stuck.
    Thanks to Cole Sullivan.
    The only good news was she had no chance of winning. Just as the museum/garden proposal had little chance of winning. Winning? Ha, no one would even listen to them. That had become her goal, to get the predominately female supporters fair representation on the endowment issue.
    She’d lose but the women would feel they got the respect of being heard, a win-win from Dani’s point of view, and she’d get a little free promotion in the mix.
    Which didn’t let Sullivan off the hook.
    His earnest absorption in the lesson did.
    She held on to her snit for all of ten minutes once the class started. Where many of the men in the room shifted restlessly, Cole paid close attention. Better than she did. He’d said he was honored to act as Jake’s godfather and he obviously took the obligation seriously.
    She admired his dedication enough that when he invited her for coffee afterward she agreed. A decision she regretted when she sat across from him in the diner.
    This was way too intimate, just like when she’d had her hands in his hair at the shop.
    â€œI can’t stay long,” she said, starting on her exit strategy. “I have to get home to Faith.”
    â€œHow’s my little fiancée doing?” he asked, mischief a devil in his blue eyes. “I do miss her.”
    She waited until after the waitress left water and coffee before shaking her finger at him. “That’s not funny.”
    â€œIt’s a little funny.”
    â€œNo, it’s not.” She shook her head, refusing to give into his charming smile.
    â€œCome on, lighten up.” He slid a hand across the table and traced a finger along the back of her wrist.“Wouldn’t it be funny if we hooked up? What a story to tell the grandkids—I was engaged to your mom before I married your grandma.”
    She snatched her hand out of his reach. “Again, not funny. We are not going to hook up. Where do you come up with this stuff? I’m not your type, remember?”
    She was still trying to convince herself that hadn’t stung.
    â€œI might have been too hasty.” His intense gaze roamed over her hair, her face, her scooped-necked black shirt.
    Heat bloomed within her. Something she hadn’t felt in a long time. And had no business feeling now. Certainly not for this man. He was way out of her league.
    Whatever. She shook off the unexpected, unwanted arousal.
    â€œThat was before you washed my hair. You give a great head message.”
    She gasped and quickly looked around. Thankfully, no one paid any attention. “You did not just say that in a public restaurant.”
    He lifted one dark eyebrow. “It’s the truth.”
    â€œYou’re off your rocker. Never say that aloud again.”
    â€œSamantha wants us to hook up.” He tried looking hopeful when she knew, knew , he was pulling her chain. The man was a danger to women everywhere.
    â€œShe’ll get over her disappointment.”
    â€œThat’s cold. Don’t you care about your