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Justin and get you a VIP table. It’s
quite busy on Friday nights.”
    “ Thank you. We were
thinking of going out around eight.”
    “ All right. I’ll call him
in a moment.” He hesitated as they reached the foyer. “I think we
got a lot accomplished today,” he said, following her to the front
door. “We work well together.”
    “ Yes, I’m glad you were
available. If not, this could’ve taken much longer.”
    “ Mmm then I’ll have to find
more projects for you to do. My front yard could use some more
color instead of just the shrubs. What do you horticulturists call
it? Curb appeal?”
    “ Something like that,”
Traci said, speeding up her steps before she gave into her desires.
“We’ll see. Maybe we can work on another project.” She opened the
front door, but Sean’s hand reached over her and slammed it
shut.
    Wrapping his hands around her waist,
he pulled her toward him and lowered his lips to the back of her
neck. A soft sigh released from her throat while his mouth lightly
laid tender kisses on her skin that burned with each passing erotic
moment.
    “ What kind of project do
you have in mind?” he whispered in her ear.
    “ Um … you can add different
... colors of tulips … um … goodness … to liven the space up
amongst the shrubs,” she managed to stammer out as his tongue
continued to caress her. “Or … um … some other colorful …” She
stopped as his hands roamed down her sides and clamped her
hips.
    “ Not what I meant, dimples.
I think perhaps we could work well together in other areas of my
home. Don’t you?”
    She leaned her head back against his
chest but then pulled away, reaching for the door knob once more.
This time he didn’t stop her, but she looked at him over her
shoulder.
    “ Perhaps.”

Chapter Five
    Perhaps, and the meaningful way Traci had said it, trampled
over in Sean’s mind like a broken record as he drove to Lillian’s.
He was able to arrange a table up front for Traci and her friend so
they would have a better view of the band. Apparently Caitlyn had a
thing for musicians and wanted to be as close as possible to the
stage. Sean hadn’t planned on going, but he couldn’t shake Traci
out of his thoughts, so by nine o’clock, he was headed downtown. He
had to see her again. He needed to know that she was serious
because the truth was he wanted her more than he deemed possible …
and not in just a sexual way, which is the part that scared him the
most. That fact alone was why he had to lay eyes on her again
before he drove himself insane. What had transpired earlier as she
was leaving wasn’t normal. Any other woman he would not have let
walk out the door, but with Traci he wanted to take it slow. He
wanted to get to know her and find more ways to make her laugh just
to see those damn delicious dimples.
    Once he had made it inside
the restaurant, his eyes scanned the place. A few women smiled at
him or seductively roamed their eyes over his physique. While they
were indeed fine, they didn’t stimulate anything in him at all.
That’s when Sean knew something was definitely wrong, and he blamed
Traci with her perhaps nonsense.
    No, it’d started before that. He
sighed as he rehashed in his head what moment had him feigning for
the quirky horticulturist. Maybe it was when she was dancing in the
garden—not knowing he was there watching—and he’d yearned to join
her. Maybe it was when he’d tasted her luscious lips among the
potted crepe myrtles. Or maybe it was when he had heard her
infectious laughter for the first time at the orchid repotting
workshop.
    Whatever it was had him out searching
for her and ignoring ten phone calls along with a slew of text
messages from three different women in the last two hours. He’d
gotten so sick of hearing his cell phone ringing and beeping that
he almost tossed it out his sunroof. Instead, he locked it in the
glove compartment.
    “ Hey man!”
    Sean turned around to see his best
friend, Dr. Garrett