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her, he was eye level with her pelvis. She shivered and pressed her thighs together, acutely aware of her wet panties.
    He lifted his eyes to hers. “When can I see you again?”
    “Never.” She held out her hand for her purse. When he held on to it, she cocked an eyebrow. “You planning to hold my purse for ransom?”
    His eyes twinkled. “Maybe.”
    She gave him a narrow look, then shrugged dismissively. “Keep it. I got it dirt cheap at Ross anyway.”
    He chuckled softly and rose to his full height, towering over her. “Have dinner with me, Nadia.”
    She heaved an exasperated breath. “You really don’t give up, do you?”
    He grinned. “If you’d ever watched me play hockey, you’d already know the answer to that question.”
    “Oh, I get it,” she said knowingly. “You’re one of those guys who enjoys a challenge. The more a woman says no, the more persistent you are. It’s the thrill of the chase.”
    A hint of a smile curved his sexy mouth. “I do enjoy a good chase. It makes the reward that much sweeter.”
    “Yeah? Well, go chase something else. A puck, maybe. Or a puck bunny. I’m not interested.”
    His eyes gleamed. “The way you kissed me would suggest otherwise.”
    Her face flamed. He had her there.
    She stared up at him as he reached out and caught a loose strand of her hair. As he tucked it behind her ear, she struggled to control the shiver that fluttered down her spine.
    “I’m not going out with you,” she told him.
    He moved closer. “Why not?”
    “You’re not my type.”
    He looked amused. “You don’t date white guys?”
    “Jocks. I don’t date jocks.”
    “What do you have against jocks?”
    “It’s complicated. Now give me back my purse.” She tried to snatch it out of his hand, but his grip tightened. When she tugged on the bag, he held fast.
    Their eyes locked.
    “Let go,” she gritted out.
    “Have dinner with me.”
    She groaned, stamping her foot in exasperation. “How many times—”
    “At least just think about it,” he cajoled.
    She shook her head at him, torn between frustration, disbelief and reluctant amusement. “If I agree to think about it, will you let me go?”
    “Maybe.” When she sputtered in protest, he laughed. “Just kidding. Yes, Nadia, I’ll let you go if you promise to consider having dinner with me.”
    Scowling, she grumbled, “What is it with you and food anyway?”
    His grin was boyish. “I like to eat. And I burn a lot of calories playing hockey, so I need the carbs, know what I’m saying? Gotta keep the engine running.”
    Nadia bit her lip so she wouldn’t smile. The man was insufferable. And sexier than he had any right to be.
    “Fine,” she relented on a huff of breath. “I’ll consider your dinner invitation. Now give me back my purse so I can go home.”
    He smiled and handed it to her. She was careful not to let their fingers touch.
    After fishing her keys out of her purse, she unlocked the car door and climbed behind the wheel.
    Reid closed the door for her, then stood there waiting while she buckled her seat belt, started the engine and let it warm up. She deliberately didn’t look at him, although she could feel him watching her. When her phone rang, she dug it out of her purse and frowned at the unfamiliar number.
    “Hello?” she answered tentatively.
    “Hey,” a husky voice slid into her ear.
    Surprised, she whipped her head around to stare out the window at Reid. He stood there holding his phone to his ear.
    She buzzed down her window and exclaimed, “You have my number?”
    “I do.” His grin was knee-weakeningly sexy. “And now you have mine.”
     
     
    She was still in a daze when she arrived home, her body tingling all over from Reid’s scorching kiss.
    She stepped through the front door, then pulled up short at the sight of Nelson and his girlfriend, Bianca, making out on the sofa. Startled, they sprang apart and stared at her.
    “Sorry,” she said, quickly averting her eyes. “Didn’t