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had a feeling she was about to be getting herself home.
    Leaning forward, Connor kissed her cheek. “Thank you. Good luck finding a man who likes to talk.”
    â€œBe sure to call Tulle and Tulips when you find your trophy wife.”
    â€œI will.” He thanked her again as he turned and walked back toward the restaurant. The man was so unchivalrous it didn’t occur to him that not taking her home was rude.
    Maybe it was her job, or maybe it was simply the way she was wired, but she needed to be more than a piece of arm candy or a bedmate. The idea of kissing him had been exciting. The reality had been close to what she guessed it would be like to kiss a sucker fish.
    And then she’d uncovered what he really wanted in a woman. Suddenly, a man’s ability to be on time for an engagement didn’t matter as much. Especially if the man was kind, carried a conversation nicely and genuinely cared about the woman at his side.
    A kiss isn’t a kiss when she thinks she’s gonna drown. Take your time, men, unless you want her to run away. #dategonewrong
    Shaking her head and laughing over the disaster that was their second date, Tabatha tweeted her tragedy and turned the way they’d been walking. She hadn’t played at the beach like Danny had, but the beaches of California had been a place where she could relax and recharge. Connor may have been a lousy human and a deplorable kisser with one-track expectations, but he’d made her laugh and he’d gotten her back on the sand.
    He hadn’t been a complete waste of time.
    â€œGot it!” Danny dove into the air, extending his arm high above his head, and spiked the ball over the net, slamming it into the sand at his opponent’s feet.
    Drake picked up the ball he’d just missed and turned to his teammate Logan. “We can do this.”
    â€œTwenty eighteen,” Will called out, listing their score before the other team’s.
    They played Drake and Logan often in practices, rarely in competition, but they never treated the matches any differently. Any time Danny and Will stepped onto a court they had one thing in mind. Winning. They might lose a set on occasion, but never a match. Undefeated was a word Danny hadn’t thought would ever apply to him.
    Drake tossed the ball to Will, who passed it to Danny. “One more point, D, and the match is ours,” Will said.
    â€œIt’s a done deal,” he promised as he set up to serve.
    Rolling his neck in a circle, something he always did before a serve, he caught sight of a couple a little ways down the beach, near the water’s edge. Not just any couple but Tabatha and another man. Her date wore a suit with the pants rolled up at the bottom. She had on a tight-fitting top and a long and loose skirt that floated around her legs as she walked. Tabatha commanded his attention.
    So many times they had walked the beach just like she was now—with another man. She’d hold her shoes in her left hand, twisting them a different direction with every step. Then there was the way she angled her head to listen to whoever was talking. She’d always been good at giving others her full attention when they spoke, like she cared deeply, whether she knew them or not.
    â€œD. You gonna serve?”
    â€œYeah.” He turned his attention back to the game with the ball poised on his left hand. His gaze drifted back to his wife and her date. The man pulled her against his body and kissed her. Silhouetted against the lowering light of the sun, her body stiffened. She’d never stiffened in Danny’s arms.
    â€œD!”
    â€œSorry.” Jerking himself back to his job, he tossed the ball and slammed his hand against the leather skin.
    The ball raced over Will’s head and then the net. Drake dove for the ball, barely managing to bump it as he skidded across the sand on his stomach. Logan squatted low and bumped the ball higher, giving Drake time to