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laughed as he stepped up beside Sara. “Guess we know what she wants.”
    “We’re going to Freddie’s,” Tana said. “You should tag along so you and Sara can talk more.”
    Sara’s eyes widened as she heard the words come out of Tana’s mouth. “Mr. Canfield and I are done here.” She looked at Adam briefly, doing her best to suppress a blush. “If you hear or see anything else, let me know.”
    “Will do.” He looked at her funny, too, as if he knew what was going on in her flustered brain and found it amusing.
    Once she and the girls were in the car, with both girls waving to Adam, Sara resisted the urge to flee from the street at a high rate of speed.
    “What was that all about?” she asked Tana.
    “He’s hot. You should go out with him.”
    Sara’s mouth dropped open, but she couldn’t speak until they reached the end of the street. “Just because someone is ‘hot’ doesn’t mean you automatically go out with him.” Geez, the guy had charmed a barely teen and a three-year-old without even trying.
    “So you do think he’s good-looking.”
    Sara rolled her eyes. “You’ve been listening to Ruby too much.”
    “You’ve always said Ruby’s a smart lady.”
    Trapped by her own words. Sara resisted the need to bang her head against the steering wheel.
     
    A DAM WAVED AT THE GIRLS , still confused by how friendly they were toward him but amused by it, aswell, since it flustered Sara. She seemed too serious and in need of a good fluster.
    His mouth watered, but he fought the sudden desire for Freddie’s pizza. After all, it was the best pizza in town.
    Instead, he went back inside and stared into his refrigerator. When a half-eaten pack of lunch meat and a leftover taco stared back at him, he acknowledged the cruel fact that he’d have to go grocery shopping soon.
    But not today. He downed a few corn chips and decided he needed some more sleep if he was going to get through another night at the bar.
    He noticed that morning’s paper with his image plastered on the front page. He ground his teeth as he read the headline again—the one proclaiming him a hero. He was anything but a hero. On his way to the bedroom, he pitched the paper in the trash can with enough force that it rocked before settling back into its spot.
    Dreams invaded his sleep again, but this time no one was killed. No one was in the desert of Iraq. And the woman in his dream made him feel very, very good.
    When Adam woke, the need for a long, cold shower soaked into his brain. It flowed past all the lingering images and feelings from the dream of him and Sara getting to know each other in something other than a professional capacity. He closed his eyesand relived the dream until the fact that she wasn’t real and warm and soft in his arms right that minute caused him to growl and head toward the shower.
    Was he doomed to never have a decent night’s sleep again? If nightmares weren’t ripping at him, dreams about enthusiastic sex with a woman he’d sworn to avoid had his body buzzing.
    He stripped and stepped into the shower. Tonight, he was going to be at his flirting best, and maybe he’d hook up with someone who’d make thoughts of Sara Greene fade away for good.
    It didn’t work. That night or the next or the…hell, nearly a week went by without relief. No matter how much he tried to work up interest in the women he met across the bar, he couldn’t. His fixation on Sara made no sense.
    “Little off your game, aren’t you?” Suz asked at one point.
    “Bite me.”
    Suz laughed and went to mix a couple of drinks for the Friday evening crowd.
    As if things weren’t turned upside down enough, he looked across the bar and spotted Sara step into the Beach Bum with several guys. He recognized them as local cops, probably out for a drink after work. She glanced in his direction and caught his gaze for a moment before returning her attention to her friends.
    Adam fisted his hands and redoubled his effortsin flirting