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wish he’d picked a different place to meet. I didn’t really want to be on display for the whole town; plus his parents and brother were also here. That’s a lot of pressure.
    I glanced down at my strapless black dress and boots. Not for the first time tonight, I second-guessed my outfit choice, thinking I looked a little too club for McAdenville. Music filled the bar, drinks were flowing, and the conversation had already turned from polite to downright torrid. Landon’s bar was the place to hear all the town’s latest gossip.
    I walked over to the mahogany bar and took a seat on a barstool. I saw a few people dancing to upbeat Christmas songs on the small dance floor while everyone else seemed focused on one of the dozen televisions mounted around the bar. It was a typical small town bar. Nothing compared to the clubs I’d seen with my mother—no lavish upholstery, mixologist, or fine cuisine for discerning clientele. Nope, none of that here. The only thing Landon’s had in common with sophisticated bars was it was non-smoking as well.
    Strong arms slid around my waist. I’d recognize his touch anywhere. His warm lips gently kissed my shoulder, and I knew I was blushing. Right then and there, Drew and I had just become the town’s hottest gossip. He obviously didn’t have any qualms about PDA in front of his family.
    “Hi, beautiful,” Drew whispered in my ear.
    It only took those two words for my body to heat, my legs to clench. “What’re you doing?”
    He twirled my stool around so I was facing him and put his hands up on the bar, blocking me in. He looked yummy in his faded blue jeans with his cream Henley sweatshirt bringing out his blue eyes. “Is this one of those things where you don’t want to be seen with me in public?” he asked.
    “No, but your parents are staring at us. Your brother is about to have a heart attack and half the bar is texting the rest of the town about us right now.”
    Drew leaned forward and whispered in my ear, his breath causing my body to tingle all over. “Let’s give them something to talk about then.” He took my hand and led me out onto the little dance floor, where he twirled me around and pulled me tightly into his body. “You look amazing,” he said, sliding his fingers up and down my spine as Dean Martin sang “Baby, It’s Cold Outside.”
    “Thank you.” I felt my body shiver despite how hot he was making me. He was such a charmer, and if I wasn’t careful, he’d charm my panties right off. Hmm , that didn’t sound so bad.
    Drew moved his fingers to my bare shoulder. “You must be feeling bad, no bra.”
    I inched closer to him. Flirting with Drew was addictive. “Do you think I left my panties at home, too?”
    I swear I heard him groan as he ran his other hand across my ass, pulling me into his hips. His dick pressed firmly against me. Was the man hard 24/7? “God, I hope so,” he said, his voice low and throaty.
    I glanced around the bar, seeing we were now the center of attention. “Your parents are staring at us.”
    “So?”
    “So, take your hand off my ass.”
    “No.”
    “No?” I said, trying hard not to laugh as the music continued.
    “No,” he said, taking a firm hold on my butt with both his hands.
    This time, I couldn’t keep myself from laughing. I swatted his shoulder. “Where’s my scared wimp?”
    “He grew up. Now, when he wants a woman, he goes after her.” Drew looked down at me with those deep, ocean blue eyes, and I was immediately lost. His lips landed on mine, softly, sweetly. “And I want you.”
    Oh, God, a man saying he wants you was second only to a man saying he loves you. But there was a nagging voice in the back of my head wondering how long he wanted me for—the night, the week, the holidays? I didn’t have the greatest track record with men, but I kissed him back just as sweetly as he kissed me, hoping to buy myself some time.
    “Want to get out of here?” he asked.
    Guess I bought myself all of two