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shower. I was thinking.”
    “About what?”
    “The theme park a couple of years ago. Do you remember?”
    “Of course I do. It was me making a grand gesture and one you were a little speechless over.”
    “I was, yes. It was incredible. Why did you do it? I mean, I always thought it was just because of your generous nature, but… Why did you do it?”
    “I had a crush on you. I’ve always had a crush on you, Liz, and I promised myself when I left the reunion that I would not lose touch with you and I would act on that crush as soon as I could.”
    “You rented out an entire amusement park,” she remarked drily. In truth, she was still in awe of the gesture.
    She would never forget driving through the gates and seeing one car, one small little black sports car parked in the foremost parking spot. Her heart had stopped, only to start up again at the sight of him in a worn out jeans, an old Motley Crue t-shirt, his hair pulled back in a ponytail and a black ball cap on his head. He’d come to town to surprise her for her fortieth birthday.
    “I did. For you.”
    “The crush was mutual.”
    “I know. How many times have you changed your mind since the coffee shop a little while ago?”
    As. If. “None. I don’t know why you think I will.”
    “Because earlier you were entirely too skittish about this.”
    Okay, well, he had her there. “I am not skittish about you, though,” she admitted quietly.
    “No? Are you sure? You wouldn’t even look at me until I made you.” When she didn’t answer him, he chuckled through the phone line. “I think you are, Liz, but it’s okay. I’ll wear you down soon enough.”
    Liz maneuvered herself up off the floor and slipped out of her sandals. “I’m here, aren’t I? I asked you here, didn’t I? What more wearing down do you need to do?”
    “Do you even realize I’ve been trying to woo you all these years?”
    Woo her? “Woo me? You don’t have to woo. You’re Johnny Trouble. You don’t woo.”
    He tsked at her over the phone. “You know this how? Hmm? Naughty girl. You shouldn’t make assumptions like that.”
    “Yeah well…” It’s not that she wanted to make assumptions; it just made more sense to her to err on the side of caution. She didn’t want to get her hopes up only to have them dashed all to smithereens if she was wrong. And heaven knew she didn’t want to be wrong about him. She might not have believed he was wooing her, but she was wooed by the simple fact that he called and kept in touch by any means available to him.
    “Yeah well,” he mocked. “Am I gonna have to come down there and drag you by your hair back to my room? I will.”
    She was going to ignore the wicked little thrill the thought of him dragging her anywhere by her hair gave her. It wouldn’t work, though. She’d been trying to ignore the naughty thoughts she had about him almost daily, almost nightly, almost hourly, that drove her to slide her hands low and be ever so grateful she lived alone. “Why? Is your room better than mine?”
    “Yes. It’s got me in it. And a really big bed.”
    “Mine has a big bed too.” For some reason, she thought if she could make him come to her, she’d feel more comfortable, have the upper hand, whereas if he insisted she go to him…
    “My room has me in a pair of leather pants.” That shut her up. “Liz?”
    “Yeah?”
    “Come on. Come get dirty with me. Come cuddle with me. You know you wanna.” His voice was low, sexy, and if she listened real close, she could still make out the underlying Southern accent.
    “You don’t—”
    “I don’t what? Get dirty? We know that’s not true. Cuddle? Is that what you’re thinking? I swear to God, little Lizzie girl, if you assume one more thing about me, I am going to paddle your delectable ass until you can’t see straight,” he gruffed. “Or sit without pain for a several days.”
    Liz bit her lip. The image that appeared in her head of him doing just that brought about an