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guys I work with are. Sam looks like he eats mountains for breakfast. And Foley and Lou are as bad. Not like me, all streamlined and buff.”
    “And pretty and amazing. Don’t forget that,” she teased, now panting because the bastard had started to speed up.
    “I knew you’d noticed.” He smirked.
    “Ass.”
    “Ha. I knew you’d noticed my fine ass too.” Before she could protest, he added, “So how about a date? You and me and a nice bottle of wine—somewhere that’s not Ray’s.”
    Her belly fluttered. “What’s wrong with Ray’s?”
    “Nothing, if you don’t mind a few fights and beer spatter. Or sticking to the floor. Plus it’s noisy. You won’t be able to appreciate, let alone hear, all my compliments if I have to shout them.”
    “Such a charmer.” Oh man, he really was. A few drops of rain had become a downpour, and they plastered his shirt to his chest and his hair to his face, so he slicked it back, bringing more attention to his charming grin. Then he slowed his pace, and she wanted to kiss him.
    “Come on. You know you want me.”
    She raised a brow.
    “I mean, you want to date me.”
    “Uh-huh. Keep thinking that.” Fake it ’til you make it, dummy. Come on, Lara. No time for this. For him. “I don’t date guys from Ray’s, no matter how appealing they think they are.”
    “Well, shit.”
    “See? That mouth might look pretty, but it’s dirty, isn’t it?”
    He muttered something.
    “What?”
    “Nothing.”
    “’Cause I’m thinking you should put another quarter in the swear jar Del’s keeping at work.”
    “Hell. You know about that?”
    She grinned. “We have a bet going at the bar that she swears at some point during her wedding.”
    “You going?”
    “Of course.” Lara, Sue, and Rena had been invited from Ray’s. And Ray, of course. Lara couldn’t wait to see her friend walk down the aisle with handsome Mike McCauley.
    That’s what Lara wanted—Mr. Right. Not Mr. “Maybe I’ll try a bazillion times until I get it right,” which her sister continued to pick through. At thoughts of the last Mr. Horribly Wrong, she frowned.
    “What’s that look? You have a problem with Del marrying McCauley?”
    “What? No. Just thinking about something else.”
    They ran in silence for a while, until she saw the end in sight. Then she put on a burst of speed and left him behind. When he caught up to her, he had a smug grin on his face.
    “What are you smiling at? I won.” She bent over to catch her breath.
    “I’m thinking I’m the real winner here. I got to watch you from behind.” He whistled. “You have the finest form.”
    “Shut up.” Her face heated.
    “So about this jealous thing you have going on with Del and her man…”
    “Where do you get your ideas?” She straightened and poked him in the chest, now as wet as he was. What a typical Seattle day. “I’m thrilled Del found a good guy. Mike is perfect for her. As a matter of fact, I was thinking of all the losers my sister has dated and married and wondered if she’ll ever find a good guy.”
    “Oh, sure.”
    Oddly, he looked…relieved?
    “Were you invited to the wedding?” A pause as she twisted the knife. “Or is there a restraining order banning you from a church? You know, considering it’s a holy place and all.”
    He laughed and tugged her wet ponytail. “Funny and sexy. The walls might shake, but I think I have heaven snowed. They’ll let me in before they realize I don’t belong there.”
    “Ha. You said it.”
    He leaned closer, and she froze. “But I’m thinking you don’t belong there either. For someone so damn pretty and sweet, there’s a part of you that wants what I can give you.” His breath whispered over her lips, and man, oh man, her entire body felt like one giant exposed nerve. “A run for your money.”
    Then he slid a finger over her chin and up her cheek. “So damn pretty.” He blew out a breath and moved back, turned on his heel, and took off in the