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He continued his one-man show. “Wait, you’re not talking about the smokin’-hot brunette who shut you down when you asked her to go as your date tonight.”
Her attempts to conceal her smile were futile. The corners of her lips turned up into a wide grin as she shook her head.
“Yep. That’s the one,” Lucky confirmed…to himself. “And while it’s true that she did pass on going as my date, I would like the record to show that she sat right next to me at dinner and was flirting shamelessly—”
A gasp flew from her mouth. “I was not!”
“I’m sorry, but no one was talking to you.” He looked over at her as if she had truly interrupted a private conversation.
Despite herself, she burst out laughing.
“Rude,” he said under his breath as he once again stared out the windshield, pretending to be offended. “As I was saying, after flirting subtly but shamelessly with me during dinner, we shared one of the most…I don’t even have the words…intimate slow dances in the history of all time. Then, said smokin’-hot brunette asked me for a ride home. Sooo, was it a date? I think so.”
Deanna was still chuckling as they drove onto the main road, all the tension she’d been feeling gone. She was relaxed now and surprisingly having fun.
After composing herself, she crossed her arms. “Are you finished?”
Lucky turned his head slightly towards her, acting surprised. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want to join the conversation?”
“Only to set the record straight that, one, I did not flirt with you at dinner. Shamelessly or subtly. And, two, I did not ask for a ride home. That was all you.”
“Duly noted. Is that it?” he asked casually, but she had a bad feeling the question was leading somewhere.
She narrowed her eyes, knowing she was playing right into his hand. “Yes.”
He grinned—one of victory. “So you admit that was one of the most intimate slow dances in the history of all time.”
“I didn’t say that.” Heat once again rushed to her cheeks, and she was glad the only light in the SUV was from the moon.
“You didn’t submit any evidence disproving it, so by default, ya kinda did say that.” He sounded more than a little pleased with himself.
“Whatever.” She was still grinning like an idiot as she looked back out the window. It was the lamest of all possible comebacks, but she hadn’t known what else to say. If her brain wasn’t consumed with the fact that they were alone in a small, enclosed area and she’d had six glasses of wine, she would’ve been able to come up with a wittier retort.
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