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indignation like wind on a wildfire.
    â€œNo, I don’t want your stinking beer! I just want to know what it is you have against me. Is it that you don’t like redheads? Am I too tall for you? Please, explain to me why you seem to be fluctuating between avoiding me and antagonizing me.”
    â€œI’m not sure.”
    â€œYou’re not sure? What the hell does that even mean?” Violet threw up her hands with a frustrated groan. “You know, I had plans today. I was going to sing and dance with my best friend, flirt with a hot guy. Maybe even hook up with him, who knows. Instead, I’ve been insulted by you, ditched by my best friend, and the only guy who has looked twice at me is a guy who was voted most likely to rule the world in high school.” About ready to go bury her head in a corn dog and a whole bottle of whatever alcohol she could grab, she took a step away from him, her face burning with humiliation. “So, if you don’t mind, I’m about to take the buzz I’m working on and upgrade it to a full-on bender.”
    Before she could escape, she was jerked back and pressed against the hard side of the food truck. Dean loomed over her, his face so close her eyes nearly crossed.
    â€œYou done throwing a tantrum?” he asked.
    As his hard body moved into hers, tension hummed around them. “I was not—”
    â€œYeah, you’re revved up into a full-on hissy fit, but I’m going to overlook that while I . . . clarify a few things.”
    The way his voice softened on those last four words made her body tighten, especially when she realized one of his legs was pressed between hers. His wide shoulders blocked her view of who might be watching them, and his hands were braced flat just above her shoulders. If she moved a fraction higher, he could graze her bare skin with his thumb, and just the thought of it made her nipples perk up against the sheer lace of her bra.
    â€œFirst of all, yes, I was rude to you, but not because I wasn’t attracted to you.”
    Violet held her breath at this, her eyes riveted to his lips.
    â€œI was trying to save you.”
    Huh? Save her? She could hardly concentrate on what he was talking about, his proximity casting a spell of confusion over her. Maybe she’d been binge watching too much Charmed , but she was too caught up in the obsidian flecks in his brown eyes to fully process.
    â€œFrom what?” Was that her voice? It was soft, dreamy, and not at all normal.
    And good God, but were his lips inching closer? “From me.”
    â€œAre you dangerous?” Silly question. If he was really dangerous, you wouldn’t be putty in his hands.
    His right hand moved, and he began trailing one of his fingers along her temple and cheek, until the very tip smoothed over her bottom lip. “I would never mean to hurt you, but I’m not looking for anything serious.”
    That woke her up a little, and she frowned. “Neither am I.”
    His finger dropped, and he stared down at her grimly. “You say that now, but—”
    â€œOkay, you know what, that’s enough.” The balls on him, getting her all revved up and then acting like she was just a soft piece of feminine fluff who didn’t know her own mind. Putting her hands up against the wall of his chest, she pushed hard, but he wouldn’t budge, so she settled for pointing her finger up between them, wagging it in his face. “Don’t act like you know me or what I want. Don’t just assume that I’m looking for a relationship because I have ovaries. I have too much going on in my life to handle anyone else’s wants and needs, so the last thing I’m looking for is a boyfriend. And you might have learned that if you had bothered to spend more than ten minutes at a time talking to me tonight, instead of running away like a big wimpy asshat.”
    He leaned back but still didn’t let her escape. “Big