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one of the coffee mugs placed in front of them.
    He grinned. “I don’t know her, but I think she was at the bar last night.”
    She looked up and rolled her eyes. “I’m sure she wasn’t the only woman interested in you last night.”
    “Jealous?” he asked, not really expecting an answer.
    “Maybe I am.” A dark eyebrow lifted before she averted her gaze back to the menu.
    Her response gave him pause. Flirting with Izzy was like playing with fire. A fire he couldn’t seem to resist. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to go up in flames. After a moment, she looked at him again and the electricity between them was almost tangible. A thick, sensual haze hovered around them. Why couldn’t he have met her under different circumstances?
    The server returned to take their food order, breaking the intimate moment. After she left, he found his voice again. “Do you ever think about moving back to Savannah?”
    “Sometimes I do. My family lives there, but I was tired of seeing the same people every day. I don’t plan to put down roots in Coconut Bay or anything, but who knows what the future holds?” She shrugged and continued. “And my father can be a little overbearing sometimes so I guess I needed a change of pace.”
    Like hiring someone to watch out for her without her knowledge? That kind of overbearing? He cleared his throat and pushed down his personal loathing. “Overbearing?”
    She shifted uncomfortably in her seat but answered. “He used to run background checks on all my dates and friends.”
    If he had a daughter like Izzy he’d probably check out her dates too. “That doesn’t seem so bad.”
    Her lips pulled into a thin line, making him imagine what it would be like to cover her mouth with his. When she started talking again, his gaze jerked back up to hers. “I was sixteen when he started with that crap. And I’m not talking basic checks. He did extensive background and credit checks on them, their families, and…Never mind. I don’t want to talk about my father.”
    “Good, because I’d rather talk about you anyway.” Adam wasn’t lying either. He wanted to know everything about the woman.
    The rest of breakfast flew by too quickly. He learned that her favorite color was purple, her mother died during childbirth and despite growing up in the South, she despised country music. Somehow, it wasn’t enough. He wanted to know what she looked like in the morning, how she liked her eggs cooked and more important, what she liked in bed. It was unprofessional to think of her in that capacity but when he was around her, it didn’t matter. He’d had so many fantasies about her it was embarrassing. The only thing he couldn’t picture were her nipples. What color would they be? What size? The need to know was driving him crazy.
    After the meal was over and they were walking back to his truck, he fought the foreign feeling of disappointment that coursed through him. He didn’t want today to end. “Have you been to the Laroque Museum since you moved here?” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop himself.
    She turned to look at him as he held open the passenger door. “No, I’ve been dying to go, but I haven’t had a chance. Why? Do you want to go?” She snorted in a very un-Izzy-like manner as she slid into the front seat.
    Spending a couple hours at a Victorian museum wasn’t exactly on his list of fun things to do, but he’d taken a guess it would be right up her alley. “What? You think because I’m a guy, I wouldn’t want to go?”
    “That’s exactly what I think.” A small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
    He lifted an eyebrow. “That’s sexist.”
    “And it’s also true.”
    Instead of responding, he shut the door and walked around to the driver side. “So, you want to go now?” he asked as he started the engine.
    Her confused expression was priceless. “Sure?”
    “Is that a question or an answer?”
    She shook her head and swatted his arm.