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anymore, Jo,” he drawled, purposely dragging out the O. “Round here people respect their neighbors.”
    “Josephina,” she clarified, swallowing hard when he slid an arm around her lower back, his fingers grazing the skin at the waistband of her skirt.
     Finally he whispered, “Now about that kiss.”
    Yes, that kiss, she thought, her eyes sliding shut. If this was the southern way of respecting one’s neighbor, then she might legally change her name to Joie-Beth-Marie and get herself some big hair and a gun rack, because his lips looked amazing.
    Scratch that. Was she seriously considering kissing a stranger just three weeks after ending a four-year relationship? Nope. Definitely not. Even if the only recent tears she’d shed had been over a bruised ego, Josephina Harrington did not go around locking lips with random guys.
    “Yes, about that kiss,” she whispered, resting her palms on his incredible pecs and pressing him back against the other side of the door frame. “You have to close your eyes if you want to see the fireworks.”
    Brett’s eyes went heavy, the side of his mouth hitching up into a crooked grin, but he followed orders. Making sure his eyes were shut tight, she bent down and picked up Boo, who delivered a hot, wet, doggie kiss guaranteed to rock his world.
    “What the…” Brett spat.
    Boo growled.
    Josephina made her way back down to the truck, giggling to herself the whole way. Ignoring the two males glaring at each other on the porch, she pulled a suitcase out of the truck. Then another.
    After making a big show out of wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand, Brett stormed after her. “What in the hell was that?”
    Boo, equally offended, snapped at his heels the entire way, barking him out.
    “Come on, you didn’t really expect me to kiss a complete stranger?” He looked dumbfounded, as though he’d expected just that. “I don’t know what kind of women you’ve been dating.” His right eye twitched at her comment. “But where I’m from, a kiss usually follows dinner and a night of dancing under the stars.”
    “Under the stars, huh?”
    He was making fun of her for sounding like some naive schoolgirl. A reaction she was used to. But for some reason, this time, it made her smile.
    “Yup, the stars and the moon and the city lights.”
    “Okay.” Leaning forward, he rested his forearms on the bed of the truck. “How about dinner then? You, me, and a million fireflies?”
    “You want to go on a date? With me?”
    “A date? Why, Jo, I’d love to.”
    “Sorry, I don’t date bald guys.”
    “Oh, for God’s sake.”
    Tearing off his hat, he smacked it across his thigh. Boo barked hostilely. Josephina rolled her eyes at the pathetic display of bruised egos and—
    Sweet mother of God. Her mouth went dry. Which was the exact opposite of what was going on in her panties.
    Brett McGraw had thick, dark waves that her fingers itched to dive into and explore, especially the unruly curls that were slightly damp and licked at the base of his neck. And those eyes, no longer hidden beneath the brim of his cowboy hat, caught in the sun and were the most intense shade of blue. It was unnerving.
    Slipping his hat back on, he smiled, a small dimple dotting his right cheek, and Josephina felt her happy parts stand up and cheer.
    This is how it starts, she warned herself. They charm you, use your family connections, and then bang . Yup, they bang their head of business development, who ends up wearing the bracelet you picked out last spring in Italy. Then they come home tired and ready for bed, making you feel about as appetizing as a can of Spam.
    “Little curly for my taste.” She set her last bag on the ground. “But, hey, thanks for the ride.”
    He blinked. Several times, and it took everything she had not to laugh or give herself a much-deserved high-five. Apparently, Brett McGraw didn’t get turned down—ever.
    His brows furrowed. Then he grabbed one of her bags, holding