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warm
temperatures of Florida.
    “I didn’t bring it. Don’t worry, I’m fine
without it.” She grinned. “I’m a tough chick.”
    “I’m sure you are, but hypothermia isn’t an
indication of a good date.” He slipped his suit jacket off and
slung it around her shoulders before she could protest. “Wait here.
I’ll get the car and be right back.”
    “But, Nick, you’ll freeze—” Carlie broke off
as he walked out the door. She slipped her arms into the sleeves of
the jacket, admitting to herself it wasn’t as nice as being in his
arms, but special all the same with his scent surrounding her. The
tips of her fingers barely poked out from the fabric.
    Nick strode back through the door, rubbing
his hands briskly. “Your chariot awaits, my lady.”
    Carlie reclaimed his hand and leaned into
his shoulder. “A girl could get used to such chivalry, you know.”
She paused a moment before rushing on. “You might want to save
something for a second date.”
    “Oh, don’t you worry. I’ve got it
covered.”
    Did I just get a second date? She
wasn’t sure, but didn’t want to flat out ask. Instead, she followed
as Nick led the way to the car and opened her door. He helped her
inside and stepped back, staring down with a slight grin.
    “What?” she asked.
    “It’s just nice. You fit.”
    “What do you mean, I fit?”
    Nick reached down and tucked a strand of
hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her cheek. “My
jacket, my car. Something’s been missing in this picture for a long
time. You fit.” He closed the door without waiting for a
response.
    She placed her hand against her heart,
putting pressure on it in an attempt to stop the palpitations. He
was too good to be true, and Carlie hoped he really was what he
seemed. She’d certainly kissed her fair share of frogs the past few
years—she shuddered thinking about the sleazy way Stephen acted—but
Nick seemed like a prince.
    No. She shook her head to erase that
thought. She didn’t want a prince. The difficulties she had with
Ryan were enough for a lifetime. A regular guy would do. It didn’t
hurt that he was handsome and kind and made her body tingly in all
the right places.
    Nick hopped in the driver’s seat and
fastened his belt, turning on the radio before pulling out of the
lot. Carlie was happy enough to listen to country music; in fact,
it was her favorite. It also saved her from having to comment on
whether or not she fit. Replaying his words in her head without
really analyzing them or saying anything in return was a nice
change. She’d never dated a man who didn’t constantly want to be
told how wonderful he was.
    In too short of a time, Nick pulled the
Porsche into the spot next to her Toyota Camry at Carlie’s
Creations. The song, We Danced by Brad Paisley began
playing, and Carlie’s breath caught in her throat. She loved this
song, and she and Nick had certainly danced tonight.
    When the song ended, Nick turned the radio
off. “Can we go dancing for real? We could drive down to Seattle,
make a whole day of it.” He smiled and took her hand in his. “You
wouldn’t get embarrassed by people staring.”
    “That sounds wonderful, but the only days I
have off are Sundays.”
    “We’re in luck. Tomorrow’s Sunday.”
    She laughed and shook her head. “I promised
Muhammad I’d help him tomorrow. He’s getting the supplies, but I
said I’d do the baking in the morning.”
    “Muhammad.” Nick gently placed her hand back
in her lap and stared out the windshield.
    “Is something wrong? I’m sorry I already
made plans. I promised him earlier in the week. I didn’t know
I’d...” Meet someone as wonderful as you, but I can’t say
that. “I’ll be free in the afternoon, if you want to do
something then.”
    The muscles in his jaw worked for a few
seconds. “This isn’t my business, and you don’t have to answer,” he
finally said. “Are you dating Muhammad?”
    That was so unexpected, Carlie burst