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Okay.”
    Okay. “So, about this job—you’re sure your father will be cool with meeting with me?”
    â€œYes. Are you sure you want to?” she asked.
    He nodded. “My dad used to be a pilot,” he said, not knowing where the words came from. He rarely talked about his father, who’d left him and his mother when he was seven years old. But he felt as though they somehow shared a small connection with their fathers both in the flight industry and he also wanted her to know he didn’t look at this opportunity as just any job, but a chance meeting that may have been meant to be.
    â€œUsed to be?”
    He shrugged. “Probably still is. I haven’t seen him since I was a kid.”
    â€œOh. Sorry.”
    â€œYeah, me too,” he said, once again surprising himself with his honesty with her. The truth was he wasn’t sure how he felt about his father’s leaving. He knew how he should feel, how people would expect him to feel . . . but a part of him understood. Hell, had he been given the choice, he probably would have left their troubled household too. But he’d revealed far too much about himself already that evening. “So Monday morning at seven?”
    â€œI’ll let him know you’re coming by,” she said.
    â€œOkay,” he said, picking up a chopstick. “Now, how do I use these things?”

Chapter 4
    Dane’s right knee bounced in his suit pants as he waited for his interview with Ray Edwards, Colby’s father. She’d said she would give him a heads-up to expect him, but he wasn’t about to assume this job was a done deal.
    And he sucked at interviews.
    Sweat pooled at the base of his spine beneath the white dress shirt and gray suit jacket.
    Which made him that much more nervous and self-conscious.
    He hadn’t had a real interview since high school, when he’d applied for a job at McDonald’s at sixteen. This was a lot different. This job would be a life change. A new path . . .
a
path. Unlike the disoriented way he’d been stumbling along for ten months, not going anywhere.
    This was an opportunity to leave the past behind and move on. Away from the nightclub scene, away from the fighting life . . .
    Ironic how he’d stopped his truck that night to help her, yet it was Colby who was helping him. His thoughts had wandered to her far more often than he’d liked over the last few days since dropping her off at her apartment Friday night.
    Something about her had made him feel relaxed and less on edge than he had in a long time. She had a sincerity about her that he must have been subconsciously craving, because he’d been tempted to stop by her place more than once during the weekend. Luckily he’d realized that would be stalkerish or crazy, so he’d resisted the urge. Barely.
    She would make a good friend, he thought.
    Right. When was that ever possible? He didn’t believe two people with the chemistry they had could be just friends. Especially not when his thoughts had traveled into unchaperoned territory more than once when he’d remembered her tiny waist, curvy hips, and full chest . . .
    He shook his head. Damn it! He was about to go into an interview with the woman’s father; the last thing he needed was a semi-hard-on induced by thoughts of his daughter.
    He stood and scanned the display cases in the reception area. Small, model-sized propellers were showcased behind the glass along with pictures of planes the company had made the parts for.
    Several older model planes in the far back reminded him of his father’s plane collection. They used to sit for hours andhis dad would let him play with the model planes as long as he was careful. He’d share stories about the flights he’d been on and the places he’d visited as a commercial pilot. He’d told him one day, he would take Dane with him.
    â€œDane?” a male