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back teeth hurt.
    "Holy shit."
    Laughter greeted his blunt observation as CC reached around him and grabbed the tray, along with some extra napkins. He turned and followed her back to their table, his eyes still rounded in amazement. She placed his sundae in front of him, then pulled the monstrosity in front of her, eyeing it with a broad grin.
    "Are you actually going to eat that whole thing?" His words sounded almost accusing and he snapped his mouth shut, horrified that he had even asked something so rude. Because it was rude. Even ruder to ask that question of a woman he had invited out—not that this was a date or anything. Regardless, he would never say that to any woman he was out with, not if he had plans to ask her out again. CC deserved no less.
    Even if this wasn't a date.
    But instead of getting upset, or annoyed or impatient, she looked up at him with those clear laughing eyes and smiled. "Of course I am, Big Guy. I have to keep these curves somehow." She dipped the long plastic spoon into the monstrosity and scooped out a portion that was more fudge sauce than ice cream. His eyes followed the spoon's trail to her mouth, watched as her tongue darted out to lick the drip of fudge sauce hanging from the spoon. Her full lips closed over it and an expression of bliss crossed her face, her eyes closing in appreciation, a soft murmur accompanying the taste.
    Dave was surprised his sundae didn't immediately melt from the instant heat that shot through him, just watching her. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, opened them back up and glanced over at her.
    "I think you have nice curves."
    The words were out before he had even known they had formed in his mind, let alone traveled to his mouth. He snapped his mouth closed and looked down at the sundae in front of him, feeling his face heat. But CC only laughed, the sound light and musical. Teasing, but not in a mean way.
    "Well I'll be. Did the Big Guy just give me a compliment? Or, horror, was he actually trying to flirt?"
    Dave grumbled something and attacked his sundae, figuring his mouth couldn't get him into further trouble if it was shoved full of ice cream. CC laughed again and shook her head.
    "And there it went. Oh well." She dipped her spoon into the fudge sauce and dug out another spoonful, bringing it to her mouth. Dave looked away, torn between responding to her comment, or drooling while watching her eat.
    Either option would only lead him into more trouble. So he ate his sundae in silence, his gaze occasionally drifting across the table, watching. Not watching her eat, that was too much like torture, but just watching her.
    And she did have nice curves. He'd have to be a blind monk not to appreciate them. Her body was fit and toned, he knew that from the brief time it had been pressed against him this morning. But she wasn't lean, wasn't stick thin, wasn't the kind of woman you'd be afraid to break if you held her too hard. She had curves. Nice, soft, full feminine curves, the kind that could cushion a man in all the right places if he was stretched out on top of her, driving deep—
    He choked on a swallow of ice cream, so hard that tears welled in his eyes. Holy shit, where had that thought come from? He squeezed his eyes shut and coughed some more, trying to push the clear image from his mind. He had no business thinking like that, no business imagining how the woman across from him would look lying naked beneath him.
    He choked again, his mind screaming Liar ! He had been imagining just that since she had left his house this morning, he just didn't want to admit it.
    "You okay over there?"
    "Yeah." He coughed once more, cleared his throat. But he couldn't look at her, not when he was certain she would see every single thought reflected in his eyes. "Yeah. I'm fine."
    She murmured something he couldn't make out and went back to her sundae. He looked down, surprised to see his was gone. And he searched his mind, looking for something to talk about,