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could football. Now, that was her sport.
    “There was nothing else on television.”
    Brody laughed, and she grinned in response. Gosh, she hadn’t realized how much she’d enjoyed that sound until this very moment.
    “That’s more like it.”
    “I’d heard you were dating a veterinarian a while back.”
    “I thought we weren’t talking about exes?”
    “ My ex…unless your story comes with some serious baggage.”
    “Nah.” Brody waved off the comment. “It was never like that. I wasn’t dating Julie as much as I was letting her use me to make her now-fiancé jealous.”
    “What kind of woman—” She stopped mid-sentence when he held up his hand.
    “She had no idea I was letting her use me. She had no idea she was using me. She was trying for an actual relationship. But I knew the minute I showed up on our first date and her best friend opened the door—there were some unresolved feelings there. So I decided to have a little fun.”
    “What did you do?”
    “Just made Tommy realize that he had a good woman beside him, and if he didn’t snatch her up, someone else would.”
    “So you played matchmaker?”
    He shrugged. “A little.”
    “So, you’re a romantic.”
    “Maybe a smidge,” he said, with another shrug and a half-grin.
    The waiter returned with their food and placed their plates in front of them. The blackened fish smelled fantastic, but the hunk of medium-rare beef on Brody’s plate looked absolutely amazing. She should’ve ordered the steak, damn it. She cut into her fish with her fork and took a bite. Lemon with a spicy kick flooded her taste buds. It was definitely delicious, something she’d be glad she tried, but old favorites were old favorites for a reason—it was the steak that was making her mouth water.
    Brody shoved a forkful of the meat into his mouth, closed his eyes and groaned. “Shit. This place knows how to cook a cow.”
    Rub it in why don’t you. As she was raising her fork for another bite, Brody cut a nice-sized portion of his steak and put it on her plate. She froze. “What’re you doing?”
    “I’ve watched you eye my meal since the waiter placed it in front of me. I’m sharing.”
    Her mouth popped open in surprise. “You’re sharing?”
    “Yep.”
    She glanced down at her fish, then used her fork to cut a chunk off. Brody immediately shook his head. “No, thank you. I’m not a fan of snapper.”
    “But you just gave me big part of your meal.”
    “It’s okay, really. I want you to enjoy your meal.”
    All she could do was stare at him. The gesture was just so sweet. Not that she’d never had someone do sweet things for her—Ryan had, especially the first few years of her marriage—but it’d been a long time since a man had worried about her needs first. Brody looked up from his plate.
    A jolt hit her low in the stomach as his caramel-colored eyes met her gaze. Well, that was different. But it wasn’t scary. Honestly, it felt right. It made sense. She’d always felt a special connection with Brody—it would be only natural for attraction to seep in now that she was single.
    The longer they stared at each other, the more the air between them thickened. “Thank you,” she finally said.
    Brody swallowed and glanced away. So, he’d felt it, too. She couldn’t tell how he felt about it, though.
    He popped another piece of steak into his mouth and chewed. “I thought we’d go dancing after dinner. What do you think?”
    She didn’t like the way he was avoiding her gaze now. Yeah, that had been a weird moment. “That sounds like fun.”
    “Maybe you can dance with a few different men tonight.”
    He still hadn’t looked at her, and she slowly lowered her fork back onto her plate. “I thought you were going to give me some coaching tonight.”
    His gaze darted up to her then skated away again. “I am, but I can’t see how dancing with me is going to be any help at all. Dinner has proved you’re too comfortable with me. Dating,