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please, don’t tell her I told you that,” I chuckled.
    “Your secret is safe with me. Truth-be-told, I always suspected that was the case since I’ve worked with the guy for over ten years and I’ve never once been invited to dinner at their place. But, dinner at your place sounds perfect. I’ll text you tomorrow and we’ll figure out the details,” he said, leaning over to peck me on the nose
    Although the sun was already beginning to set, I didn’t want my time with Bentley to end. I couldn’t believe I’d spent the entire day with him. It felt so natural—so easy. Like we’d spent every day together for the past eighteen years.
    As if reading my mind, Bentley leaned into me once again. “I’ve missed you, Ireland.”
    I didn’t have time to respond before Bentley captured my lips with his. He didn’t start slowly like he had yesterday on the dance floor. Today his lips were punishing mine, and I was enjoying every minute of it. He consumed me. It was raw—carnal even. After what seemed like several minutes, we both pulled away gasping for air. I wasn’t sure if the stars I saw were from the kiss, or from lack of oxygen to the brain. It took everything I had not to strip naked in the front seat and let him violate me in his car.
    As if he could sense my desires, “You need to get into your car and leave before I throw you into the backseat. And, I’d rather our first time not be a quickie in my Rover.”
    I blushed—either from his ability to read my mind, or from his mention of our first time. Instead of speaking, I put my hand on the door, struggling to find the handle.
    “I don’t know how you do it, but you’re cute when you’re flustered,” Bentley said, pulling me back to steal one more kiss. This one was sweeter, but still left me heated and aching for more.
    “I’ll see you on Wednesday?” I asked, stepping out of the SUV.
    “You better believe you will. I’ll text you tomorrow with a time. Drive safe, Shamrock.”
    I shut the door and slid into my car hoping that Bentley would drive off. No such luck. He certainly was a perfect gentleman and had no intention of leaving me there alone. I put my keys in the ignition and waved at Bentley before driving off. Luckily he didn’t follow me home and I was able to pull over about a block away in order to gather my thoughts.
    I put my car in park as I banged my head against the steering wheel, wondering what the hell I’d gotten myself into. Were we dating? Bentley had called it a date earlier. I don’t date. Do I want to date? Are we just friends? Am I OK with being just friends? My mind was swarming with questions until fists knocking on my window scared me senseless. Looking up, I saw two young boys staring back at me. I started my engine and rolled my window down a bit.
    “Miss are you OK? Your horn has been blasting for five minutes. We were over a block playing street hockey and we decided to come and investigate. We saw you slumped over and were afraid you’d passed out.”
    So lost in my own thoughts, I hadn’t even heard my horn. I hoped the people whose house I’d stopped in front of were out for the evening, or they had probably already called the police on me.
    “I’m fine. Must have just fallen asleep for a minute,” I lied. “Just a long day. Thank you for checking on me, boys.”
    They nodded and were on their way. I, too, decided to head for home where I would, hopefully, work this all out before I was supposed to see Bentley again.

 
    A rriving for work on Monday morning, I was surprised to see a dozen red roses on my desk. Assuming they were from Katie and Greg, probably thanking me for my help over the weekend, I was even more stunned when I saw they were actually from Bentley.
     
    Shamrock,
    I’m so glad life brought us back together this weekend. It was great catching up with you yesterday. I can’t wait to see your beautiful face on Wednesday.
    Love,
    The Hopeless Romantic
     
    He really wasn’t taking