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realized what he was probably reading.
    A new resolve solidified in his mind. Lilah would be his.
    He’d spent a lifetime putting his brother first. Why couldn’t he have just this one thing for himself? If Lilah proved resistant to his seduction, he’d bow out. But he owed it to himself to see if there could be something real between them.
    Reggie had already passed up his chance with her, and it wasn’t as though he’d been pursuing her. So why would he care?
    Besides, it seemed Lilah would be in need of a man to complete her list, and Tyler was more than willing to apply for the job.

    Tyler and Angie helped Lilah out of the cab as she gingerly tried to stand alone. “That was the most traumatizing experience of my life.”
    Lilah knew she was being a tad melodramatic but, to her surprise, she was still feeling quite a bit of pain.
    â€œStop whining, you crybaby. It wasn’t that bad,” Angie said, pulling her through the diner door Tyler held for them.
    Lilah gasped. “Says the woman who has no tattoos of her own. That may very well be the worst pain of my life. Well…besides a toothache…and menstrual cramps and—”
    â€œThen maybe you shouldn’t have gotten it in such a sensitive area. I still think a shoulder would have been more practical.”
    â€œAnd have people see it every time I wear a sleeveless blouse? I don’t think so.”
    â€œPeople are still going to see it whenever you lie on the beach. And since you love to tan that fair skin of yours, if you lie on your back, it’s in full view for all the world to see.”
    Lilah was grateful that Tyler was politely ignoring the ludicrous banter that had been going on between them since they left the tattoo shop. While they had continued their debate in the cab, he had given the driver directions to an all-night diner. This, so Lilah could order the pancakes she’d been promised for being a good girl and holding still for the nice tattooist.
    The out-of-the-way diner wasn’t jam-packed at nearly midnight. There was a line, but it was moving quickly.
    â€œThe important thing—” Lilah announced “—is that now I can cross getting a tattoo off my list. I can tell my grandchildren it was a byproduct of my reckless youth.”
    Angie snorted. “Oh yeah, they’ll really think reckless when they see that thing.”
    â€œOkay, maybe not reckless. But you were the one who said it needed to be meaningful. Something that would help me remember this adventure.”
    â€œAnd that tattoo reminds you of this adventure how?”
    â€œIt symbolizes happiness—exuberance, effervescence, ebullience even.”
    â€œWell, if it’s such a symbol of joy for you, then you should have gotten it someplace where you could actually see it.”
    â€œI can see it.”
    â€œNot without a mirror or some interesting contortions.”
    Lilah looked to Tyler for help, but he still wasn’t paying them any mind. Now, he was quietly asking the hostess for a table for three.
    As Lilah slid into the booth beside Angie, she groaned. “It feels so good to get off my feet.”
    Angie released an exasperated sigh, and as Lilah met Tyler’s gaze, he gave her a look of barely contained laughter.
    â€œI must say, this has been quite an experience. I’m so glad you ladies let me tag along.”
    â€œNo problem, I needed the extra help holding her down.”
    Lilah poked her friend in the arm. “Once again, I didn’t see you lining up to join me in that chair. I think Betty Boop would have been cute on your ankle.”
    â€œNope, this is your adventure, not mine,” she answered without lifting her head from the menu. “But if I ever did get a tattoo, I’d get something much more exciting than—”
    â€œAll right, ladies, that’s enough. Do you two always bicker like this?” Tyler asked.
    Lilah exchanged a look