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confessing his secrets when he hadn’t told anyone he’d quit his job. And quit was a mild way of putting it. He should’ve been fired, but he beat them to it. Sent his resignation letter via e-mail and that was that.
    No more job. No more purpose. No more…anything.
    She looked at him, really looked at him, her eyes seeming to see right through him. Her expression was one of complete understanding, though really, she didn’t have a clue. “I had no idea. Jeez. The way I talked to you last night…going on about how satisfying your career must be. I’m an idiot.” Closing her eyes briefly, she offered a self-deprecating laugh.
    “Not your fault,” he said when her gaze met his once more. “No one else knows.”
    Chloe’s lips parted, her delicate brows scrunched with confusion. “What do you mean?”
    “I haven’t told anyone else.” He glanced around, noticed no one paid them any mind. “Except you.”
    “Oh.” She sat up straighter, turning her upper body toward him and resting her hand on his arm. “Well, don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me. I won’t tell anyone.”
    He’d heard that before. And it had been a lie too. He ignored the sparks of electricity crackling along his skin where she touched him and withdrew from her. “There are no secrets in this town.”
    She made a little face, wrinkling her nose. Damn, she was cute. And he needed to stop thinking like that. “You’re so right.” She sounded amused because, hell, he was right. “But I swear, you can trust me.”
    He studied her. All her wholesome, delicious goodness shone through in that blinding smile, those pretty velvety brown eyes. He’d acted like a dick toward her last night and still she said he could trust her.
    Huh. Wouldn’t be the first woman to say such a thing and then rat him out. The ones he’d dealt with in his past were a vengeful bunch. It would do him well to remember that.
    “Really?” The skepticism in his voice was blatant.
    It bypassed her completely. She settled her hand on his arm again, those soft, delicate fingers stroking his skin and his groin twitched in reaction. “When did you turn into such a Lone Pine Lake hater, hmm? You spent the first eighteen years of your life here.”
    “That was the first indication I needed to leave.” His voice was stiff, his body tight. She leaned in closer, the scent of her filling his head, clouding his judgment.
    “You didn’t turn out so badly,” she murmured sultrily. Her gaze skimmed over him and his skin heated, as if she’d physically touched him.
    “Are you flirting with me, Chloe?” He cocked a brow, didn’t move his arm away from her hand. He enjoyed her touch too much.
    She raised her brows at him in return. “If you have to ask, I think that means I’m doing a terrible job.”
    Chuckling, he shook his head. “You should be furious with me.”
    “Over what happened last night?” He was shocked she mentioned it. Appreciated her straightforwardness, too. “I agree. You were sort of a jerk.”
    “I was a complete jerk.”
    Nodding, she smiled. “Definitely.”
    “I’m still a jerk,” he warned.
    “You know what I think?” She glanced to her left, then her right, before she leaned in so close she was in kissing distance. “I think you like to pretend you’re a complete jerk but beneath that tough guy exterior, you’re really a big ol’ softie.”
    No one in his life had ever described him as a softie. “Oh yeah, that’s me. A big ol’ teddy bear.”
    “You are, aren’t you? All warm and cuddly.” She ran her hand across his shoulder, her touch sending hot sparks shooting through his bloodstream. “Not soft, though. You’re actually quite…hard.”
    If she knew how close she was to the truth, she’d probably freak. He knew he was close to freaking. He wasn’t one to sport wood in the middle of a bar. Flirting with Chloe Dawson was a mistake. He didn’t want to hurt her when he left.
    And he always left. “Are you