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cracks.”
    He is just over my shoulder, and his laughter ruffles my hair. I fleetingly wish things weren’t so complicated.
    “Former model, and she muttered something about health codes and the lack of seating.”
    I laugh. “Well, I like it here, and this isn’t a date, so you don’t have to worry.”
    Grabbing the belt loops of my jeans, Evan whips me around and gives me an intense look. I think he is going to argue with me, but his mouth just forms a thin line.
    “What do you want?” he asks.
    “I don’t know if you can handle what I want,” I tease.
    “I’m dying to handle you,” he murmurs, and I imagine him handling me by pumping furiously between my legs.
    “Two steak tacos with a corn cob and a Corona,” I say quickly.
    “Nice,” he says with a wink and walks to the counter.
    While Evan waits at the window, I grab us two seats at the end of a picnic bench and pull out my phone. There is a text from Tina that she loved the Muse piece. I text her a quick thank-you back. I glance up and see Evan watching me with a discerning eye. I’m about to put my phone away when a message pops up from a 415 number.
    No texting unless it’s to me. Sexting is allowed.
    I glance up, but Evan is staring out into the street. I hide my wide smile and text back.
    Why are you texting me when I am ten feet away?
    A breeze takes my hair into my eyes, but I battle it back. I’ve been fighting the wind ever since we got to the Mission District. I bet I look like a Wookiee.
    Because you look beautiful.
    Smoothing a hand over my hair, I hide my blush with my curls in case he is watching. I feel like a teenager on my first date—anxious about how I look and eager for a small touch or a kiss. Evan is coming toward me with a tray of food when another text from Tina buzzes through.
    Lou said you are working on a piece about a football player and a porn star?
    The teenager in me dies.
    I hate Lou , I text back and stash my phone.
    It’s dusk when we take a slow walk back to the street where we parked the car.
    “Anywhere else?” he asks, holding open the car door for me. I’m surprised he’s still willing to chauffer me around.
    “No. I should really get back to the hotel. I have some writing to do.”
    He gives me a curt nod as I climb in, and I watch him move around the car to the driver’s side. The engine roars, and he punches a switch on the radio. Alicia Keys surrounds us.
    We ease onto the road, but I notice he’s taking it easy. The odometer is barely registering sixty mph, though there isn’t much traffic now. Alicia is singing about doing the unthinkable, and I feel like she’s crooning my every thought. I let out a sigh. Evan glances at me, his eyes still unreadable.
    “Tired?”
    I nod and yawn at the same time.
    “Don’t sleep until later. Your body needs to get used to the time change.” The word body sizzles in the air like a flame.
    “What should I do to stay awake?”
    His head whips toward me. I laugh. It sounded innocent enough in my head. “Never mind, I’ll figure it out.”
    “Come to the club tonight.”
    “I don’t want to be up all night.”
    “Then just come by for a drink.”
    “Maybe.” I shrug and let the music take over in my head. The thought of lounging in his office with him is tempting.
    We pull up to the hotel, and, after waving away a bellman, Evan helps me out of the car. We stand facing each other on the curb.
    “Thank you for today. I had a lot of fun,” I say.
    “I did too.” He smiles.
    I’m about to utter a good-bye when Evan’s arms wrap around me, and he locks his mouth to mine. My body responds with a glorious heat that I haven’t felt in, well, I can’t remember when. It isn’t like this with Pete, ever.
    It’s the kiss from the night before but sweeter, fuller, hotter. Evan’s lips are smooth and warm, reducing my thoughts to naked bodies, heat, and sweaty sex. His hand travels to the nape of my neck and winds its way into my hair as his tongue teases