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fast.”
    “Not really. They’d been best friends for years so it was a long time coming.”
    “So…” She dragged the tines of her fork through the pesto sauce on her plate. “Anyone else you’re cooking for on a regular basis back home?”
    Blake rested his hand on hers. “No. I wouldn’t be here if there were, Willow. I’m not that type of guy. Just because I work in a bar doesn’t mean I go home with a different barfly every night.”
    “I didn’t think you did.”
    “Didn’t you?”
    Willow shook her head. “I can see where you’d get hit on a lot though. And in my experience—albeit limited experience—guys like you aren’t alone for long unless they choose to be.”
    Guys like you. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Loser, lowlife bartenders? Or because he was big and muscled he had to be dumb and probably fell for any woman who crossed his path? At that moment, Blake was glad he hadn’t told her about being a sheep rancher and he was determined to keep the information to himself. “I don’t know whether to be flattered or insulted,” he said tightly.
    “Flattered, definitely.” She threw her napkin on the table. “I knew I’d do this all wrong. I didn’t mean…heck, the truth is guys like you don’t date women like me.”
    “You know, Willow, that’s the second time you’ve said ‘guys like you’ so maybe you’d better spell it out, slowly, so a guy like me can understand.”
    Willow pushed her chair back and stood. “Do I really have to gush about how hot you are? How every time I’m around you this funny feeling flutters in my stomach? How I think your dimples are the sexiest thing about you until I look into your amazing eyes? And to top it all off, you’re a gentleman and you can cook like a dream and you’re so sweet…” Her eyes narrowed at him. “You are way too good to be true, Blake West, so tell me something bad about yourself. Right now.”
    Blake wasn’t supposed to jump her after she rattled off all that flattery? Right. Refocus . He snapped his fingers. “I know. I left my dog, Rico, at my cousin’s place out in the country because he’d hate being cooped up in an apartment. As I drove away, he flopped on the porch with those big, sad blue eyes like I was abandoning him forever. That’s bad.”
    She stomped over to him. “That’s the best ‘bad’ you can come up with? You care so much about your dog that you sent him for a week of chasing rabbits and squirrels so he wouldn’t be stuck above a smoky bar?” She snorted. “I’ll bet you are ‘bad’ to old ladies and little babies too.” She whapped him lightly on the arm. “Try again.”
    Blake yanked her on his lap and pinned her wrists behind her back. “How’s this for bad? I really did invite you up here for an innocent dinner. But all I can think about right now is fucking you over and over until you scream my name.”
    “Really?”
    “Scouts honor.”
    “Hmm. That is bad. But I don’t believe it.” Willow leaned in and brushed her mouth over his. “So why don’t you show me how bad you can be and prove me wrong.”

Chapter Four
    Ask her if she’s sure.
    No! Slip a condom on and fuck her right here before she changes her mind.
    But she’s had a hangover all day. Maybe it’d be best if she just got some sleep.
    Please. Next you’ll be telling me you just want to “hold” her all night.
    The devil inside his head even made sarcastic quote marks with his red hands.
    The angel just harrumphed.
    “Blake?” Willow prompted.
    “Hmm?”
    “You’re arguing with yourself about doing what you think is right and doing what you want, aren’t you?”
    “Yep.”
    “How about what I want?”
    His gaze snapped to hers. “What do you want?”
    “I want you to take me to bed. I want to see your eyes eating me up like they did in the bar. I want to touch you. I want…everything.”
    He clamped his hands to her butt and stood.
    Willow buried her face in his neck. “You smell good.