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it or leave it. Doesn’t matter to me.” Sage grabbed two hot mitts and pulled the steamy dish out of the oven.
    Not one to refuse a home-cooked meal, Luke pulled out a chair for Sage and waited until she served herself. A nice, hefty portion too. Not one of those dainty girls afraid to eat in front of a man. He liked that.
    Sage started eating before he even put a piece of lettuce on his plate. The seductress who greeted him at the door vanished and this distant one had replaced her. The vibes coming off the woman could freeze beer. Remembering his bottle, he picked it up and drained nearly half of it.
    They ate in silence. Before Sage could get up, Luke stood and cleared their plates. “Thanks for dinner. You cooked. I’ll clean. Then we can do business.”
    “Not really. My sister made it. I just threw it in the oven. I won’t say no if you want to do the dishes, though. I hate domestic crap.”
    Whatever was going on inside the woman’s head had spooked her. Luke ran their conversation back through his mind but couldn’t recall any stupid foot-in-mouth things he said. In fact, he stood there silent as she stroked his beer bottle.
    Maybe she thought he wasn’t interested? Maybe she thought she made a fool of herself? He’d have to show her that he was very interested and one hundred percent invested in a night ending in nakedness.
     
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    Sage
     
    Damn, she was an idiot. Pregnant for five minutes and she already almost ruined everything. Having a beer with a sexy man, or with dinner, was second nature to her. She needed to train herself to stay away from alcohol. Not that she cared about being dry for the next nine months. Alcohol didn’t define her, and while drinking socially was part of her job, part of her look, part of the sex appeal, surely sipping on tonic water for a few months wouldn’t put the kibosh on her entire life.
    Pretty soon she’d have no sex appeal. She’d have a fat belly, swollen ankles, and saggy boobs. She’d done some research online. Not too much—the internet could be a damn freaky source of too-much-information—just enough to learn the basics of pregnancy. The do’s and don’ts. Beer was a definite don’t.
    Thankfully sex was a definite do. Until she felt like a tuba. In the meantime she’d have lots and lots of sex. Preferably with Mr. Sex-on-a-Stick. If she could ever get a read on the man. Was he here to get laid or was he seriously planning a birthday party for his mother?
    A mama’s boy. Definitely not her type. Still totally doable. He’d quench her thirst for a while. She couldn’t have a beer, but she could drink Luke Riley up. He finished drying the last plate and stacked it in the cabinet, making himself comfortable in her kitchen pretty fast. It had taken her six months in her condo before she remembered where everything was.
    “So, about your mother’s party…”
    He turned and dropped his chin to his chest for a moment before sucking in a deep breath.
    “Yeah, about that.”
    “Ha! I knew it. There is no birthday.” So he was after sex. Perfect.
    Luke’s head lifted and he shifted his weight from left to right. Putting his hands in his back pockets, he flashed a dimpled grin at her. “There is a birthday, and I could probably handle it on my own.” Sage raised a knowing eyebrow at him. “But it would be a hell of a lot more fun to plan it with you.”
    An unfamiliar sensation overtook her body. Probably pregnancy hormones. Her belly fluttered. The baby moving? Her research told her the kid wasn’t even a kid yet and more like a grain of rice. Gas? God, she hoped not.
    “What exactly did you have in mind, cowboy?”
    His eyes crinkled when he smiled, lighting up his whole freaking adorable, sexy face. “Cowboy? That’d be my brother. I’m just a redneck firefighter.”
    “Hmm.” Sage took four steps across the kitchen and pulled at the collar of his denim shirt, peeking around his neck. “I’m not seeing any tan lines here. Got them