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heels.
    Jenna stared after them. “Must be important plans.”
    “With Amber you never know.”
    The waiter removed the empty plates. “Tonight for dessert we have a three-layer chocolate cake with fudge filling and icing, crème brûlée, cherry cheesecake, or a marionberry cobbler with a scoop of French vanilla ice cream.”
    “Marionberry cobbler,” the two said at the same time.
    Jenna’s cheeks turned a charming shade of pink.
    “Would that be one cobbler or two?” the waiter asked.
    “I don’t think I can eat one myself,” she said.
    “Me, either.” Ash looked at the waiter. “One, please. With two spoons.”
    “Coming right up.” The waiter carried the dishes away.
    “We both still like berries,” she said. “Marionberry cobbler.”
    “Huckleberry lemonade.”
    “Raspberry vinaigrette.”
    They used to play this game when they shared food. He was out of practice coming up with another food item. “Strawberry smoothie.”
    “Blackberry jam.”
    He wasn’t about to be outdone. “Blueberry muffins.”
    “Boysenberry syrup.”
    “Cranberry jelly.”
    Jenna’s shoulders slumped. “You win.”

    Ash had won the moment she sat next to him. He nudged his arm against hers. “Not bad for being out of practice.”
    She nodded. “You get first and last bite.”
    Being with her today felt familiar, but differences stuck out. Jenna left room between them rather than sitting close so their thighs touched. The distance—inches—made him want to invade her space with not-so-accidental brushes of his hand, arm, and leg. If only . . .
    “One marionberry cobbler and two spoons.” The waiter placed the dessert and silverware between them. “Enjoy.”
    Jenna picked up her spoon but didn’t take a bite. “You first.”
    He ate a spoonful. The warm cobbler softened the cold ice cream into a heavenly mix of flavors.
    “Delicious.” Though he’d rather have a taste of Jenna. She tasted better than any—Stop. Those thoughts would get him into trouble. This wasn’t a date. Not even close. “Your turn.”
    Jenna broke off a piece, then raised her spoon to her mouth. Her lips closed around the bite of cobbler and ice cream. She closed her eyes, chewed, swallowed. A soft sigh escaped.
    The memories of her kisses hit like a left jab to his jaw. Talk about pure torture. Her kiss would be sweet, warm, completely filling. The best dessert on the menu. Ash shifted in his seat.
    Opening her eyes, she lowered the spoon. Her mouth curved upward. “Yum. This is really good.”
    Customers filled other tables, but the conversations and laughter didn’t distract Ash. He was all about Jenna.She was his focus, his world tonight. An alarm blared. A danger ahead sign flashed. If he wasn’t careful, he was going to do something he regretted . . . like kiss her. “We can order another.”
    She raised the spoon to her mouth. “This is enough. The calories are going straight to my waist and hips.”
    He didn’t see that as a problem, but knew better than to say the words aloud.
    Jenna looked at him. “Can I ask you a question?”
    He scooped up another bite. “Shoot.”
    “I don’t mean to be nosy. Okay, maybe I do, but why are you paying for Amber’s wedding photographer instead of your father?”
    Ash choked on the cobbler in his mouth, coughed, drank a sip of lemonade. That helped. Sort of. He drank more.
    A concerned look on her face, Jenna touched his shoulder. “You okay?”
    He nodded. Her moving closer and touching him felt good, comfortable, right. Pathetic, yes, but he was only human.
    “Sorry, must have swallowed wrong.” His throat burned and so did his brain. He couldn’t tell her the truth about his dad not liking her. The only thing that mattered was Ash liked her. “You’d asked about my father.”
    “I wondered why you’re paying for Amber’s photography and not him.”
    His father refused to pay Jenna. Ash didn’t want to lie about the reason, but he would not hurt her again. “My father