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little rant did more than amuse him. It had him getting even harder.  
    He hauled her against him, close enough they were pressed together from chest to thigh and all the parts in between. Close enough there was no way she could miss the erection that had reasserted itself during this little tiff.
    And why he had a hard-on from arguing with her was an issue he’d have to think about later. Right now, he had a point to prove to her.
    With his face barely two inches away from hers, he drew in a breath and realized he could smell everything about her. A light, sweet scent that must be her perfume. The beer on her breath as she exhaled. Even the scent of the leather bag on her shoulder.
    The fact he was hypersensitive and trained to take in every detail, no matter how small, was working against him right now.
    He pushed aside the sensations assaulting him and forged ahead, intent on proving his point. “Guys like me—whatever the hell that means—do look at girls like you.”
    Her eyes went from wide with surprise to narrow as her gaze dropped to his lips.
    Reading body language had kept him alive more than once. Mack knew what she intended to do before she leaned in to close the short distance between their lips.
    Damned if he didn’t consider doing it too. Kissing her. Taking her upstairs. Sinking into her soft heat until he was spent and worn out enough to get the sleep his body needed but his mind wouldn’t allow.
    Mack pulled back.
    He couldn’t do it.
    He didn’t know much about her, but he could tell she wasn’t one-night stand material and he couldn’t give a woman much more than that.
    Not in his current job, not to mention his current fucked-up state of mind.
    Drawing in a breath, he shook his head. “No.”

CHAPTER 4
    They’d been about to kiss. She was a breath from his lips. The very mouth she had already envisioned roaming all over her body . . . and now he was saying no?
    Not just saying it, but proving he meant it by taking a full step away from her.
    “No? Why not?” Lydia realized she was opening herself up for even more hurt by asking the question but she wanted an answer.
    She braced herself for whatever bullshit excuse this dark haired, blue eyed, hard bodied hottie made to try and spare her feelings.
    “Because you’ve been drinking.”
    Lydia drew her brows down low. “I’m not drunk. I had one light beer all night.”
    Unfortunately, the car keys she’d already gotten out of her bag while they’d been outside the bar waiting to cross the street chose that moment to fall from her grasp.
    In her defense, she was a klutz. She’d already told him and had proven it by almost falling flat on her face.
    She hadn’t been holding on to the keys too tightly after he’d hauled her against him. After she got a feel of that erection he was sporting pressed against her, all of her blood had rushed elsewhere. She was lucky she could still feel her fingers.
    He laughed, which made her frown deeper.
    “Yeah, you are.” Mack bent down and grabbed the keys, keeping them hostage in his big strong hands.
    “No—”
    He cut off her protest. “It’s okay. I’m not judging, but you’re not driving. At least not right now. There’s a diner on the next block. I’ll drive you in your car there and then I’ll walk back. You get yourself a cup of coffee and maybe something to eat, and then you can be on your way.”
    He was not going to get rid of her that easily. Lydia scrambled for a way to prove to him he was wrong.
    “Three point one four one five nine two six five three five nine.” She said the one thing that came to mind.
    He cocked up one brow. “If that’s your phone number, I can tell you right now I’m not gonna remember it . . . and I think you had too many numbers in there anyway.”  
    “It’s not my number. It’s pi to the eleventh decimal.”
    “Oh.” He looked like he didn’t quite know what to do with that information.
    She decided to help him out. “It proves I’m not