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more rounds of out-of-this-world sex last night, but today he was determined to launch what he’d dubbed Operation Wholesome.
    Yes, Savannah drove him wild in bed, but the brief moments of laughter and conversation they’d shared in between hot naked time were equal y addictive. He might have promised to keep it casual, but deep down, he knew he wouldn’t live up to that promise.
    He wanted to get to know Savannah Harte, and damned if he’d let her stop him from doing that.
    As he headed for the counter, he tried not to question his actions. This need to spend time with Savannah outside the bedroom was disconcerting enough already. He was living the dream, after al .
    Hooking up with a woman who wanted nothing more than some fun between the sheets? Normal y his idea of heaven. The fact that he wanted more was too perplexing to examine deeper at the moment.
    “Hey,” Savannah said absently as he approached.
    “I don’t have time to get jiggy right now, Superman. I’m going over this list Annabel e emailed me about the wedding.”
    He grinned at the nickname she used, which she’d come up with after he’d described some of the rescue missions he’d been involved in. He couldn’t discuss most assignments, or offer many details, but Savannah had been curious about the life of a Navy SEAL. Since she hadn’t been displaying much interest in him aside from the sexual kind, he’d jumped on the opportunity to bond. And now his heart did a dumb little flip each time she cal ed him Superman.
    “I’m not here to get jiggy,” he replied cheerful y. “I’m here to take you to lunch.”
    She lifted her head from the notepad, pale yel ow tresses fal ing into her eyes. “I can’t. I’m busy.”
    “Tough.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “You need to eat. And you can bring your work with you if you want. I can help you come up with ideas for the centerpieces.”
    She gave a throaty laugh. “Oh, real y? You’re going to talk centerpieces with me?”
    “Why not? Every female in the O’Connor family has a green thumb. It’s in my genes.”
    Although she looked dubious, she stil pushed back her stool and hopped off. Pleasure jolted through him as he realized she’d accepted the invite. As much as he enjoyed seeing her naked, the thought of having lunch with her—with both of them ful y clothed—held a huge amount of appeal.
    Again, the reaction troubled him. What the hel was going on? Normal y he wholeheartedly agreed with Savannah’s views on relationships—who needed
    ’em? Yet here he was, nearly coming in his pants because this sassy woman was going to eat lunch with him.
    “We need to go somewhere nearby,” Savannah said as she grabbed an oversized green canvas purse and slung it over her shoulder. “I want to come back and finalize the orders for the centerpieces.”
    “No problem,” he said easily.
    He waited for Savannah to summon Chad from the back and ask him to watch the store, then walked ahead to hold the door open for her, admiring the way her filmy floral-print skirt swirled around her knees as she walked. He’d scouted the area on the way over and noticed a smal pizza café with an outdoor patio, which he now suggested. Savannah nodded in agreement, and they made their way down the sidewalk. Ten minutes later, they were seated on the cobblestone patio. After ordering beers and a pizza to share, Savannah pul ed her notepad from her purse and said, “Okay, let’s see your flower expertise.”
    “Hit me,” he said, leaning back in the wrought-iron chair.
    “The bride wants, and I quote, ‘something blue and white and sparkly, but natural looking’.” Matt burst out laughing, getting a frown from Savannah as a reward.
    “Do you see why I’m so frazzled?” she said with a sigh. “I mean, can you get any less articulate than that?”
    Sensing her frustration, he went serious and asked,
    “So what are you thinking?”
    Her straight white teeth sank into her bottom lip, an action