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getting back out there again and handed him a box of condoms. Now, Brett was standing in his room, dressed in jeans, boots and a sport coat, hoping he looked okay. He stared at the box of condoms on the bed. It would be pretty presumptuous to think that they’d sleep together on the second date, wouldn’t it? On the other hand, things had gotten pretty hot the other day. Wouldn’t he be smarter to be prepared? She didn’t need to know he had it with him. He wouldn’t want her to think he was expecting anything…but if the opportunity did present itself…
    Cursing, he opened the box, ripped one off the strip and tucked it into his wallet. Damn, just thinking about it had given him a hard-on. He ripped off another one and put it with the other. A guy just didn’t know. He’d rather be safe than sorry.
    They’d made arrangements to meet at the restaurant, and Brett used his phone to find the location and parked his truck in a nearby parking garage. He was surprised to find the restaurant was so small, but his mouth watered when he stepped inside. The smells were fantastic. It wasn’t anything flashy or extravagant, but the warm colors in the decor and the candlelight made it cozy and welcoming. Sitting at a table for two was Melly, her dark hair falling over her shoulders and a glass of white wine in front of her. She looked up at him and suddenly her eyes lit up and she smiled.
    â€œDo you have a reservation, sir?”
    He dragged his gaze away from Melly and focused on the hostess. “My date’s already here, thank you.”
    â€œOf course. Can we bring you a drink to start?”
    He couldn’t care less, but he nodded anyway. “I’ll have whatever she’s having,” he suggested. Without waiting, he made his way past the other diners to reach their table.
    Melly stood up as he approached and his eyes goggled at the sight of her. She was wearing a dress, and she had fantastic legs. The dress itself wasn’t especially fancy, but the draped style highlighted her curves and made her look very feminine.
    â€œBrett,” she said, and her smile lit up her face.
    The anxiety he’d suffered the whole drive to the city dissipated as he met her beside the table and kissed her cheek. “I’m sorry I’m late.”
    â€œYou’re not. I was a little early.” Her cheeks colored prettily. “I don’t know why, but while I was waiting, I was afraid you weren’t going to show or something. I feel better now.”
    Their waitress brought a glass of wine and put it on the table in front of him. He started to laugh. “Excuse me, but could I have a whiskey, neat please?”
    â€œYou didn’t order the wine?”
    â€œI did. It’s just…” He smiled at her, feeling a little bit foolish. “You can leave it too. Thanks.”
    As the perplexed waitress left, he looked at Melly, who was watching him with confusion. “It’s your fault,” he said. “I saw you sitting there and the hostess was asking if I wanted anything and all I could think of was, ‘I’ll have what she’s having’.”
    When she laughed, the sound was enchanting. “Do you realize you’ve used that line in both of our dates?”
    Right. The “When Harry Met Sally” thing. “I guess I have.” He shrugged. “What can I say? You look beautiful, Melly.”
    â€œThank you. You look pretty good yourself.”
    â€œI had help.”
    He probably shouldn’t have admitted that, but it slipped out. After their coffee date, he’d also wondered what had compelled him to be so honest with someone he’d just met. God, he’d even talked about Sherry, which he never did. Maybe it was because Melly didn’t seem to have an artificial bone in her body. She was incredibly genuine, or at least she appeared to be. And it prompted a comfort level that surprised