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interested.”
    Still interested? She’d used her vibrator so many times this week, it was probably burned out.
    “You still there?”
    “Yes.” She sucked in a breath. “Sorry. Of course. You want me to meet you?”
    “I’ll pick you up if you give me your address. Or you could meet me at the gym, if you don’t mind the ribbing you would get from the guys or possibly your uncle. I haven’t mentioned a word to him about last Saturday, by the way. Didn’t want to embarrass you if you’d rather he didn’t know.”
    “Thank you. That was kind.”
    “I’d invite you to come in and watch the match too, but not this time. You would distract the hell out of me with your cute dimples, and I would get pummeled.”
    Oh my God. He is definitely interested . All that worrying for nothing.
    “Okay. You can pick me up. Or we could hang out here. I could get a movie or something.”
    “No way. Your virtue wouldn’t be safe alone in your home. I would never be able to stick to my rules of dating.”
    She gasped. Virtue? Rules of dating? And then she laughed. “Really? Do you find it that difficult to keep your hands to yourself in general, or is it me?”
    His voice lowered as he spoke again. “Baby, it’s definitely all you. You’ve distracted the hell out of me the entire week. I had rows of numbers that didn’t add up at least a dozen times. And the ribbing I’ve gotten from Mason has been the source of his endless amusement.”
    Holy shit!
    “But I’m a complex guy with a package that is more than meets the eye. I enjoyed our date and I’d do it again in a heartbeat, but I won’t go further without spilling a few more details about myself.”
    Katy gulped this time. Shit was right. Maybe this was too good to be true. Maybe he was married or had three kids or divorced or murdered his ex-wife. Anything was possible. Well, except for the murder. She couldn’t quite picture that from him.
    She heard a commotion in the background and then a muffled sound as he undoubtedly covered the phone with his hand.
    When he came back on, he continued. “Okay, gotta go. If it’s okay with you, text me your address and I’ll be there when I finish Friday. These things sometimes go rather late, but I drew an early slot this week, so I should be done by about eight. Is that okay?”
    “Of course.”
    “See you then.”
    “See you.” She pulled the phone from her ear when the line went dead and stared at it as though not believing a word of the last ten minutes of conversation. Her head swam with the excitement. He liked her. He really did. But, shit, he had secrets…

Chapter Five
    Rafe’s hands were shaking, though he gripped the steering wheel tight. It had taken every ounce of his concentration to get through the match unscathed. Relatively. His opponent did manage to land a left hook that had evened out the swelling he still sported on the left side of his face. As if that were a goal of his.
    He cringed as he reached up to touch the bruise. He didn’t lose often, and he hadn’t tonight, but he had fought hard to hang in there with thoughts of seeing Katy swimming through his consciousness the entire time. Thank God he hadn’t invited her to come. He’d have been laid out flat and taken away on a stretcher.
    When he arrived at her condo, he took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. He was more nervous tonight than last week. He really liked this woman. And that scared the bejebus out of him. What if he told her about his sexual preferences and she ran screaming?
    After he rang the bell, it took only moments for her to open the door. The smile on her face calmed his nerves. He rubbed his hands on his jeans as she let him in.
    Her place was immaculate. He imagined it always was. Suited her. Considering how put together she was on the outside, he wasn’t surprised to find her home just as organized. “Sorry I’m so late.”
    “You’re fine. It’s only eight thirty.” She glanced at her watch. “Sit.