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her apron. “Evy just
got off work!”
    Evy spun away
from Brooke, her loose apron twirling through the air like a ballroom gown.
    Brooke snapped
her close by the hand like a Latino dance partner and pulled the apron over Evy’s
head.
    “Brooke stop,” Evy
quietly pleaded.
    Brooke stood on
her tippy toes and whispered in her sister’s ear. Evy’s eyes slowly drifted
over to Dean and she slapped Brooke’s arm, her face bunching into a tight ball.
“Don’t be so dirty,” she whispered back.
    Brooke giggled
like a schoolgirl. “Have her back here by noon tomorrow, Deano !”
she said, nudging Evy out from behind the counter and smacking her on the ass.
    Evy gasped with
the slap and took reluctant steps across the checkered floor, glancing back at Brooke
for help who would only grin and wave. Evy turned back around and found herself looking up into Dean’s eyes, her heart heaving in
her chest. The smell of his cologne fanned her desire as they shared a simple
moment that seemed to last for hours.
    Jon pounded the
rest of his beer and squeezed between them, headed for the front door. “Let’s
do this.”
    “Shall we?” Dean
said, sweeping a hand out.
    Evy swallowed
hard and followed Jon outside with Dean behind her. She stopped on the wide
sidewalk out front and adjusted her ponytail. “I can’t go anywhere too fancy,”
she said, brushing flour from her black v-neck t-shirt. “I look like hell.”
    A confident
smile parted Dean’s lips. His rows of pearly whites sparkled in the glow of a
nearby street lamp. “You look gorgeous.”
    “I’m wearing
tennis shoes.”
    Jon’s eyes
lowered to her shoes. “Don’t worry, we’ll go somewhere low key.”
    ***
    A rainbow of
flashing lights painted their faces with alternating strokes, the music’s heavy
bass rattling their bones. The DJ cradled one end of his headphones in his
shoulder as he mixed with both hands, fueling the crowds’ hungry hips on the dance
floor.
    When Dean saw
Megan standing by the back bar he nearly had an aneurism. She turned around, a red
Cosmo in each hand, and he breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn’t Megan. He
forced himself to relax and stretched his arm along the back of the long blue
couch, pinning Evy’s ponytail in the process. She tipped her head forward and
he quickly relocated his arm.
    “Sorry,” he said
with a sheepish grin, folding his hands in his lap.
    Evy played with
the end of her hair, taking in all the pretty girls in tight dresses and
colorful high-heels. She leaned into Dean’s ear and brushed a lip against his
cheek. His heart flinched with the contact.
    “I am way too under
dressed for this place,” she said over the music, the scent of vanilla floating
from her breath.
    He smiled at her.
“Personally, I think you’re overdressed. Why don’t you take off your shirt and
get comfortable.”
    Her head jerked
back like some invisible entity had just slapped her across the face. She
frowned at him, resisting a laugh and turning back to the dance floor. “It’s so
busy in here.”
    He kept his eyes
glued to her, watching her twist her fingers. “I hadn’t noticed.”
    She fell back
into his big browns, trying to read him like a book, and quickly looked away.
    He leaned into
her ear, inhaling another whiff of her sweet smell, delaying what he was about
to say for as long as humanly possible. From this close, her lips looked soft
as pillows and all he could think about was sucking on them until she begged
for more. “Trust me, Evy, you look amazing.”
    The lights
flickered across her skeptical face.
    “You must work
out,” he said, finally getting her to laugh.
    “Do you guys come
here a lot?”
    He opened his
mouth and hesitated, seeing himself with Megan on this very couch just last
Saturday night. “Not much,” he lied, scooting closer. “So where do you hang out?”
    “Sugars,” she replied
flatly. “It takes up most of my time right now.”
    “I bet. New
business in a new city, that’s a lot