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“I laugh.” He smirked, focused on the road. He knew of a small diner that had good food and strong coffee.

“In all the time I’ve known you, I have never seen you smile.”

He tore his attention from the road to look over at her.

“I’m not that bad,” he muttered, gripping the steering wheel tight.

“It’s okay. I know you are working a lot, and moonlighting at the bar can be tough,” she said, starring out the window. “That’s why I keep the coffee coming, to make sure you’re on your A game.”

He barked another laugh and shook his head. They arrived at the diner, and he guided the truck into the parking lot.

“We’re here,” he announced. He turned the car off and exited it. He narrowed his eyes on the sight of her opening her door. “What are you doing?” he snapped, watching her step from the cab.

Hoisting her purse on her shoulder, she shut the door to the truck and spun around with her eyes wide with confusion. “Um, aren’t we going to eat?”

He stepped closer to her until his body touched hers. A gasp escaped her lips as he pushed her back against the truck, leaving no space in between them. He gently tipped her chin up with his finger so he could stare down into her eyes. He ran his fingers along her bottom lip. It was plump, and he was dying to take a taste of her.

“We are, but I just want to let you know, Candi, that a man like me will treat a woman with respect who allows me to take her out.”

Her hand slid up to cup his that held her in place.

“What are you saying, Dallas?” she whispered. Her eyes searched his.

His gaze dropped down to the pulse at the base of her neck, and he watched it race.

He met her gaze, and a small smile played on his lips. He wanted Candi but he didn’t have much to offer her. A sweet, beautiful woman like her didn’t deserve a man like him.

“I open doors for women,” he murmured. The sounds of cars passing behind them faded off. It was as if the two of them were in their own little world. Her smooth brown skin drew him to her. “I like to treat a woman like she should be treated.”

Her mouth flopped open and shut before she jerked her head in a nod.

“Okay, Dallas,” she breathed.

“Good. Let’s go eat.”

Candi had to beat down her libido. Dallas sat across from her in a tight, navy-blue LVPD t-shirt that perfectly outlined his muscular physique. Her body was in overdrive, and it was letting her know that it had been entirely too long since she’d known the pleasure of a member of the opposite sex.

A man like me will treat a woman with respect who allows me to take her out.

His words echoed in her mind on repeat. She’d practically melted against the truck. At that moment, she would have done anything he’d asked of her.

Apparently, it bothered him that she hadn’t waited for him to come open her car door.

She couldn’t even remember a time when Lamont had opened her car door for her.

She blinked and pushed her ex-husband from her mind. Sitting across from her was a relaxed Dallas, enjoying a cup of black coffee with sugar only.

At the bar, he was usually quiet and constantly moving around to keep the establishment secured. She always felt safe while he was there.

But here, she had him all to herself, enjoying brunch.

Their conversation had been steady, and she couldn’t help but smile. This was the most she’d ever heard him speak.

“Is your brother a cop, too?” she asked, pushing her plate away from her. She reached for her glass and sipped her water. The diner was small and bustling with activity.

“No. Dalton is a firefighter.” He chuckled.

“What’s so funny about that?” She tilted her head to the side, staring at him.

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