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    “Then, that’s all that matters.”
    There was a slight break as one band exited and another one set up, and Kat went to the table and took her beer. We talked a little more, munching on the cold fries, the conversation light and easy, until the new band started and Kat surprised me by jumping up and grabbing my hand to continue dancing, kicking the night back on.
    I had no idea how much time had passed, but by the time we called it a night, saying goodbye to Damon and Gigi on the way out, my bike was nearly the only one left in the lot. I reached back and grabbed Kat around the waist, letting my fingers smooth over the sliver of skin between the hem of her sweater and the waist of her low rise jeans. She shivered at my touch and my mind and heart shifted into a whole new gear. I stopped by the bike, picked up her helmet, and turned to her, giving her my best smile. “What say we go back to my place? I need a professional opinion about this couch I bought, and I figure, you being a designer…” I let my question trail off, letting her fill in the blanks however she wanted.
    “A couch consultation?” She said, her skepticism bleeding through, even though she was still smiling at me.
    “All right, ya caught me. I might have a question about a couple potted plants, too.”
    She laughed and rolled her eyes. I smiled and added, “Listen, Kat, in all seriousness, I’ve had a lot of fun tonight and I don’t want it to end just yet.”
    She chewed at her bottom lip, as though carefully weighing a big decision, before brightening and saying, “Okay, but only to answer your burning design questions.”
    I flashed a devil-may-care smile her way and handed her the spare helmet.

Chapter Nine — Kat
    The ride back into town was a completely different experience than the ride to the bar. Despite our teasing back and forth before we got back on the bike, I knew we were going back to Jace’s for more than just a conversation about the pros and cons of different layout patterns for his shop.
    As we rode, I let my mind run wild with impending possibilities—there was nothing to rein in my thoughts as we sped through the dark. And if I thought I’d been aware of every inch of Jace on the first ride…well…it was nothing compared to the heightened sensation on the way back. The close dancing had sent us plunging over the edge of an innocent dinner between two—maybe someday—friends. Flashes of heat burned through me as I replayed every moment, every touch of his hands, and the way our bodies moved together. By the time I saw the milepost for our small town, I’d had over an hour to think, anticipate…and fantasize, all the while, with my arms wrapped around his tight waist, my fingers pressing into the soft leather of his jacket, knowing that as good as the jacket looked on him, it would certainly look even better on his bedroom floor.
    God…I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been with a man. It had been so long. During the divorce and custody battle, my body had shut down that side of me. I figured it was some type of protective instinct, knowing I didn’t have the time, energy, or mindset. And most of my friends encouraged me to throw myself into the arms of some random bar guy for a night of sinful pleasure. They’d said it would help me relax. Who knows? Maybe they’d been right, but at the time, I’d been such a mess I wasn’t sure what guy in his right mind would even want me—even if it was only for a night. With my fragile state of mind, it wouldn’t have been too farfetched to imagine myself trying to flirt and ending up sobbing into my martini glass—because I missed my baby and was scared to death that Mitch’s lawyers would find a way to steal him away from me for good.
    But now…I considered Jace’s broad shoulders as we rounded the corner that would lead us to his shop… everything was different. I had a custody agreement, and although Mitch’s threats still got to me, I