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aside and hooked a hand in his shirtfront.
    “I don’t know how I feel about all this.”
    “I can understand that,” Dylan hastened to say. “Don’t feel there’s any pressure to go along with something you don’t want or—”
    His objections floundered when Hazel pressed her lips to his. Dylan slotted neatly into the V of Hazel’s splayed legs, brushing his hands up her thighs as if to confirm that she was, in fact, real.
    Hazel nipped idly at his lips, grinning despite herself.
    “What’s funny?” Dylan asked, his breath gusting against her mouth.
    “This is not how I thought tonight would go.”
    “Oh?”
    “I was going to stand you up,” Hazel confessed. “Then was I going to be a terrible date so you would stay away from the diner… Where did I go wrong?”
    Dylan kissed the lament from her lips, silencing all others before they could bubble out. He was a ridiculously good kisser. He didn’t have to grope at Hazel’s breasts or try to lift up her shirt to elicit a moan. If anything, she found herself wishing he would up the stakes. But just as she started to wrench his shirt-tails out of his pants, Dylan pulled back.
    “What?” Hazel breathed. Her throat was dry with want. “Did I do something wrong?”
    “No. Not in the least. But we’ve been drinking and—”
    Hazel dropped her hands to the counter with a dull thump. “You’ve got something against a little liquid courage?”
    “I prefer my partners sober,” Dylan replied. The deepening furrow between his eyebrows told her he wasn’t screwing around.
    “Great.”
    “I had a wonderful time…”
    Hazel rolled her eyes and hopped off the counter. She didn’t need to nudge Dylan out of the way. He moved willingly. Only the sound of her name on his—talented, wicked—tongue stopped her from walking out of the kitchen and possibly opening the door so he could take off.
    “Did you expect me to put out because you treated me to dinner?” The snappish edge in his voice cast some doubt on whether or not he was kidding.
    “No,” Hazel lied, folding her arms across her small breasts. She hated the way her nipples poked into her shirt. She hated that Dylan could crank her engine with a simple kiss. “And I’m sure you wanted to go out with me because we have such stimulating conversation… Look, it’s fine. I just need a little space.”
    “You and me both,” Dylan agreed, leaning against the counter. His gaze was mild, the threadbare hint of a smile flickering into being on his lips. “How are you still single?”
    “That doesn’t sound like a compliment.”
    “It’s meant to be.” Dylan raked a hand through his hair. “You’re smart. You’re witty… You’re very beautiful.”
    “Easy, Romeo. If you’re not going to sleep with me, you don’t need to seduce me.” Which wasn’t to say she didn’t enjoy the laundry list of unearned flattery. The kitchen was too narrow for this kind of talk. Hazel picked a breadcrumb off the counter and hurled it into the sink bowl. “I guess I’m not really in the market for a relationship. I’ll leave the hunt for true love to Sadie.”
    “That’s good to know.”
    Hazel hauled a glance his way, grinning when she noticed him doing the same. “Okay, we need to find something else to do before I renege on my promise and jump you where you stand.”
    “I’m an excellent Monopoly player.”
    Laughter simmered in Hazel’s throat, rising like soap bubbles.
    “I’m serious.”
    Hazel bit her lower lip, but the knot of tension in her belly had come undone and she couldn’t seem to will away the inexplicable sense of euphoria. Must be the booze. “You know, this is the weirdest date I’ve ever been on…”
    “It’s a little strange for me, too,” Dylan admitted.
    “I don’t have a Monopoly board.”
    “Chess?”
    Hazel shook her head.
    “Poker?”
    “Strip poker,” she countered and that was the liquor talking, but Dylan didn’t back down from the bid.
    It was how they