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Anya cleared her throat and reached for hers. It was smooth and went perfect with the steak.

She had to think.

What did she do for fun?

“I like to read when I’m not working. Baking is a favorite pastime of mine, and whenever I get a chance, I love to go swimming.”

It was weird talking about herself.

She turned back to the meal in front of her and tried not to rush and stuff her face.

That wouldn’t be sexy.

“Well, when you finish your dinner, I’ll take you out back and show you the pool and jacuzzi.”

“Jacuzzi,” she gasped, her fork paused midway to her mouth.

Dalton’s eyes crinkled in the corners. His hair fell forward in his eyes. He reached up and used his fingers to comb it back away from his face.

Her breath caught in her throat at the movement. She shot her hand out and snagged her glass again. She gulped the rest of the wine, willing her body to calm itself down.

The casual conversation came easy for them. Anya almost didn’t want the dinner to end. They talked about everything from his training to becoming a fireman to her deciding to become a writer.

The sound of a chair scraping the floor cut through the air. Dalton reached for her plate, but she snatched it away.

“What are you doing? I’ll take—”

“Nope. You wouldn’t let me help cook, I can at least take care of my dirty dishes.” She stood and cleared the counter.

Dalton shook his head, walking over to the sink. They quickly rinsed off the plates and loaded the dishwasher together.

“Come. I’ll take you out back.” Dalton tossed the hand towel on the counter and took her hand.

Anya’s heart leaped at the sensation of him entwining their fingers together.

“Lead the way.”

Anya knew without a doubt, she’d follow Dalton McNeil anywhere.

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