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glare. “Other guys would have taken a hint by now.”
    Hunter smiles at me. “I’m not other guys.”
    Our eyes meet, and I’m caught again in the shock that ripples between us. Damn . Why do we have this connection, so strong, that I can’t seem to break? Why does every moment in his presence feel like it’s sending me, inch by inch, closer to the edge?
    “Uh, this is probably my cue to go.” Garrett’s voice breaks through the moment. I snap my eyes away from Hunter’s.
    “Don’t you dare leave me…!” I protest, but Garrett is already high-tailing it into the crowd.
    I’m left alone. With him.
    “So, you want to try the Tilt-a-Whirl first, or maybe Tunnel of Love?” Hunter reaches over to break off a tuft of my cotton candy. I slap his hand away.
    “Why?” I demand.
    “You can tell a lot about a person by their favorite ride.” Hunter replies easily. “Mine’s the Ferris wheel.”
    “No, I mean, why are you chasing me like this?” I cry. Ever since I laid eyes on him again, Hunter has been relentless. I’ve given him every chance to walk away—hell, I’ve tried to push him—but he keeps coming after me. Nobody’s ever stuck it out for me like this before.
    “Maybe I think you’re worth chasing.” Hunter grins.
    “I’m not one of your horses you get to break.” I reply flatly, and start walking. To where, I don’t even know, but sure enough, Hunter falls into step beside me, easily matching my steps with his long, effortless strides.
    “I’m serious,” I tell him, my frustration fading. Now I just feel sad and resigned. “Whoever you think I am, whatever you want from me, you’re wrong. I’m not that girl.”
    “Hold up a second.” Hunter takes my arm and pulls me to a stop. He frowns. “I never said I wanted anything from you—I just want to get to know you, is that so hard to believe?”
    “You already know plenty,” I try to stay sarcastic. “Brittany Ray, wild child of Beachwood Bay, remember?”
    “That’s bullshit and you know it.” Hunter says softly. My heart skips, despite myself. “Look, I roped Garrett into getting you here tonight because I knew you’d never come willingly on this date. You’ve got these walls built so high, I can’t even see over, but I’m trying here, Brit. I don’t know what else I can say.”
    I hesitate, looking up at him. Hunter gazes down at me, then reaches to tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear. “One date,” he says, smiling. “Give us that much, at least. Please?”
    The word is my undoing—and the look of boyish hope in his eyes.
    One date, pretending like this can be something real. One date, having Hunter all to myself.
    The promise is intoxicating.
    I nod.
    Hunter lights up. “ I promise, this date is going to blow your socks off,” he declares.
    I give a rueful smile, still cautious. “It won’t have much competition.” I reply, wondering what the hell I’ve just agreed to. “In fact, make that zero.”
    “ What do you mean?” Hunter asks, stealing more of my cotton candy.
    I shrug, embarrassed. I wish I hadn’t said anything now, but there I go again: speak first, think later. “ Just, you know... I haven’t really done this. Date.” I make a vague gesture to the fairground rides and ticker-tape, a picture of wholesome, all-American fun surrounding us.
    “ What, ever?” Hunter blinks at me, surprised.
    I feel my cheeks flushing. “I’m not really the dinner and a movie type.” I explain, trying to sound flippant.
    “That’s a shame. ”
    “I wasn’t complaining.” I reply sharply, watching his expression. If I see even a hint of pity, I’m so out of here. But instead, Hunter shakes his head, exaggerated, like he’s intimidated.
    “Wow, way to make a guy feel the pressure,” he jokes. “Now I’ve got to make this the best first date ever. Epic. Unforgettable.”
    “ I’d settle for just bearable,” I can’t help but smile at his joking. But that’s the thing about Hunter: even when