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smirk.
    “Not
in downtown Seattle.”
    “Nah,
I know a place.”
     
    * * *
     
    “I
want to show you something,” Will says out of the blue. We’re in his car,
having finished our burgers at Red Mill, the same place where we first met that
day when I ran into him and Jules.
    “What?”
    “Well,
you shared a really important part of yourself with me today.”
    It
thrills me that he understands how important music is to me. I smile at him and
wait for him to continue.
    “So,
I want to share something important to me with you.”
    “I’m
game,” I reply happily.
    “Ironic
choice of words.” Will chuckles and merges onto Interstate 5 heading south into
the city center. I sit back into the plush leather seat and enjoy the ride in
this sexy car of his. God, I love this car. It turns me on, big time.
    I
look over at Will and lick my lips.
    He
glances my way and then does a double take and gives me a confused smile.
    “What?”
    “Your
car is sexy.”
    “Are
we back at this again?” he asks and laughs as he changes lanes.
    “You
look sexy as hell in this car.” I turn in my seat and face him.
    His
eyes find mine again. “This is only the second date.”
    As
if I need a reminder.
    “Yep.”
    “You
keep fucking me with your eyes like that…”
    “And
what?” I interrupt him. “You had me naked and coming on my couch last night and
didn’t break the rule. I doubt me eye-fucking you will make you break it
either.”
    “Jesus,
keep talking like that, honey, and see how fast I break your rule. You have
quite the dirty mouth you know.”
    “I
know.” I shrug and laugh. “I went to college with Jules and Natalie. Have you
heard them talk lately?”
    Will
smirks and takes an exit off the freeway.
    “Besides,”
I continue. “I hung out with a band full of guys. I was never destined to have
a clean mouth.”
    Suddenly
it occurs to me that maybe my language offends him.
    “Does
it bother you?” I ask.
    “Does
what bother me?” he asks and pulls into a private underground parking lot under
the football stadium.
    “My
mouth.”
    “Your
mouth is delicious.”
    “My
language, smart ass,” I mutter and smack his arm.
    “Ouch!
You like it rough, sweetheart?” He offers me a wolfish smile and I laugh.
    “Sometimes,
yeah.”
    This
gives him pause. He parks the car, shuts it off and stares at me. “Seriously.”
    “Sure.”
I shrug. “You didn’t answer my question.”
    He
just stares at me, his mouth agape. I rub his thigh gently with my fingertips.
    “Will?”
    “Yeah?”
He comes out of his trance and swallows.
    “Does
my language offend you?”
    “No.”
He shakes his head and frowns. “You’re not nearly as bad as Jules.”
    “Few
are, Will.” I laugh and climb out of his sexy car. He waits for me, takes my
hand, and leads me to an elevator.
    “So,
obviously, we’re at the football playing place,” I comment casually in the
elevator.
    “Football
playing place?” Will asks and doubles over in laughter.
    “You
know what I mean.”
    “Do
you know anything about football?” he asks, delighted with me, and I glare at
him.
    “Of
course I do.”
    “What
position do I play?” he asks.
    “Is
this a quiz?”
    “A
little one.”
    “You’re
the quarterback.”
    “Who
do I throw the ball to?” He ushers me out of the elevator and then leans
against a wall and crosses his arms over his chest.
    “Another
guy in a blue and green uniform.” I respond confidently. “Usually,” I add,
earning a glare from him.
    “I’m
going to torture you for that.”
    “I
hope so, babe.” I grin at him and his face sobers. “What?”
    “Why
can you call me babe, but I can’t call you that?” he asks.
    Good
point. I frown and shrug. “I guess babe doesn’t sound like baby to me. It sounds more
grown up, maybe? I don’t know. It doesn’t weird me out, though.”
    “Okay,
so noted. Come on.”
    He
takes my hand again and pulls me down a long hall and through an enormous set
of double doors that