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Garrett. He looked pleased as punch.
    Danny took a swallow of his beer and asked, “So, Jason, you new to Green Bay?"
    "Yep. Relocated here about a month ago from St. Louis."
    When Jason crossed his arms over his chest, Sara noticed how muscular they were. Not huge like Garrett's, but long and lean, and lightly covered with golden hair. He was tall, at least six-feet, had medium blond hair with lighter, sun-kissed highlights, and kept it trimmed, not buzzed, which Sara preferred. His eyes were on the smaller side, but still nice. They were an unusual color, like gunmetal, and framed by long, golden lashes. He was clean-shaven, too, which Sara also preferred. What a package.
    "Jason, can I get you something to drink?” She tucked a stray wisp of hair behind her ear.
    "I'd love a soda, if you don't mind."
    "Not at all. Any preference?"
    "No, whatever you grab is fine."
    As she headed toward the coolers, she realized Nancy was waving at her furiously. She glanced back to make sure no one was watching, then made a beeline over to her friend.
    Nancy grabbed her elbow and asked in a hushed voice, “So, who's the stud muffin?"
    Sara giggled and the sound surprised her. “He is gorgeous, isn't he? He's a friend of Garrett's. Officer Jason Thomas."
    Nancy's eyes widened in a feigned dramatic fashion. “Ooh, Officer, huh? Maybe if you're real nice, he'll frisk you later."
    Sara giggled again. “I could tell by the look on Garrett's face he's trying his hand at matchmaking."
    "Judging by the look on your face, I'd say he's hit the jackpot."
    Sara gnawed on her bottom lip. She glanced at the table again, then back at Nancy. “Maybe. But I don't know if I'm ready for this."
    Nancy rolled her eyes. “Sara, you've been taking care of those men for years. And you haven't been out on a single date since I've known you. It's your turn, girl, take it."
    "You've only known me for a year,” Sara pointed out.
    "A year is like forever for a single young woman not to have been out on a date."
    Sara sighed. “Well, it's not like he's asked, and for all we know he may not even be interested."
    Nancy cocked her head to the side. “Have you glanced in a mirror lately? There isn't a man on earth who wouldn't be interested. Hell, even Dwayne says he can't believe you're still single."
    "Great,” Sara grumbled. “Now I feel like some kind of freak."
    "Don't be silly, it was a compliment.” Nancy gave her a gentle shove. “Now get back to that table and start batting those eyelashes."
    Sara shook her head, unable to hold back a grin. She'd never met anyone like Nancy before, and that was a fact.
    She made her way to the coolers and dug out a can of cola for Jason. Her legs slowed when she realized he sat in the chair right next to hers, and looked totally engrossed in whatever Danny was saying.
    Jason looked up when she approached and flashed those pearly whites. Sara handed him the can and sat back down in her chair.
    "Thanks."
    She watched him pull the top back and tilt the can to his lips. Her eyes traveled to his tanned throat as he swallowed, and she silently berated herself for staring.
    He leaned back more comfortably in the chair. “So, Garrett tells me you own your own business."
    "Yes, I own a bakery here in town."
    "That's amazing. And at such a young age."
    With one elbow resting on the table, she twirled a lock of hair around her finger. “I actually have Garrett to thank for that. He pushed me to follow my dream."
    "Your family seems pretty close."
    "We are. There isn't anything we wouldn't do for each other.” She quit playing with her hair and started drumming her fingers on the table.
    Jason reached out and enclosed her hand in his. Her gaze was drawn up to his as if by magnet. The thought popped into her mind that his eyes weren't quite the right color, and she silently cursed herself for allowing Mike to steal into her thoughts yet again.
    "You have beautiful hands,” he said, gently stroking her fingers.
    The feel of