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to my dad, they’d lost contact and she just showed up in Sundance one day, four years later. He took one look at her and knew why he hadn’t settled down. They were married within the week.”
    “That’s so romantic.”
    “Romantic ain’t the first word that comes to mind when I think of my folks. How about your parents?”
    “My mom wrecked her car. She took it to a repair shop and my dad chewed her out for her casual disregard of such a beautiful piece of machinery. Sparks flew. Literally. Dad was welding. They disliked each other intensely, yet somehow they ended up sneaking off to Vegas a month later to get married. They’ve been together ever since.”
    “See? That’s romantic.”
    “Ever come close to dropping to one knee and popping the question?”
    Chase shook his head.
    “Why not?”
    “Haven’t found a woman who doesn’t drive me crazy after two weeks.”
    Ava lifted her eyebrows. “Your longest relationship has been two weeks?”
    “Give or take.” He gazed at her from beneath the brim of his hat. “What about you? Been planning your wedding since you were a little girl?”
    “I’m all for a secluded beach wedding with no one around except the officiant and my intended.”
    “What’s your longest relationship?” he asked.
    At least they’d slowed down on the shots. Her head was getting muzzy. “Jake, the bastard switch-hitter, and I were together for six months.”
    “Together as in…living together?”
    “No, he’d been in Vancouver for most the TV season.”
    Chase frowned. “So you had no idea what he was doin’ when he was away from you?”
    “Wasn’t like I didn’t see him. I flew to Vancouver or he came to LA. When he came back to LA, I was dealing with my show getting cancelled and didn’t think anything of him spending so much time with his new friend Decker.” She groaned. “Maybe the tabloids were right. How didn’t I see they were so into each other? I’m such an idiot.”
    He curled his hand around hers. “Hey. Sometimes we see what we want to. Doesn’t make you an idiot, Ava. In my mind, it makes you a victim. He lied to you. Used you. Set you up. It sucks that it was played out in public. You’re handling it better than most would.”
    “You really think so?”
    “Yep.” Chase smiled and squeezed her hand, peering at her closely. “You still wanna play this game?”
    For a second, she hoped he’d meant the game they were playing, pretending not to be wildly attracted to each other. But when he kept staring at her, she understood he was referring to the actual drinking game. “Ah. Sure. My turn, right?”
    “Right.”
    Okay. Think, Ava. Something…sexy. “In an episode of Miller’s Ridge , I shared a steamy onscreen kiss with my female costar.”
    “I told you I don’t watch TV.”
    “Means you have a fifty-fifty chance of guessing…wrong.” When she glanced up and saw his gaze focused on her lips, she knew he’d been imagining that girl-on-girl liplock. In full detail.
    “True,” he said hoarsely.
    “Sorry. A total lie.”
    “Shit.” He was a bit slower knocking that one back. But when he looked at her again, he had a glimmer in his eye. “My turn. First time I rode a bull, my cup damn near pinched off my balls.”
    She winced in sympathy. “Oh, I’ll bet that hurt.” Her eyes roamed his angular face, noticing the color spreading across his cheekbones. Talking about it embarrassed him. She permitted a small, smug smile. “True.”
    His wicked grin appeared and he topped off her glass. “Lie. Bull riders don’t wear a cup.”
    “Dammit. I am so not playing poker with you.” Ava sucked in a breath and held it while she slammed the whisky. She let out a stream of air that sounded like a hiss.
    “Are you starting to feel the effects of your losing streak, Ava Rose?”
    God she loved the husky way he drew out her whole name. “Losing streak? I believe we’re tied.” Or maybe Chase was right. Maybe she was losing because the shots