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The door to the bar finally opened.

When Lucy walked in, she looked hotter than ever in a tight, snakeskin-patterned dress that hugged her in all the right places. Either she was trying to impress her date tonight or trying to kill me.

She looked around, bewilderment on her face. “Where is everyone?”

“Why, what were you expecting?” I tried my hardest to maintain my poker face.

“I’m here for my last date. The final Twelve Dates of Christmas event was supposed to be tonight, which I’m sure you already know. So why is no one here?”

“What are you talking about?” I drew my brows in, trying to hold back laughter. “People are here.”

Her gaze moved around the empty bar again. “What?”

I tilted my head. “Are you losing your mind, Luce?”

You could hear a pin drop as she tried to make sense of the situation.

Lucy put her hands on her hips. “It’s just you and me here. I think you’re the one losing your mind.”

“Look…” I pointed to the empty tables. “There’s Maggie over there, schmoozing one of her clients.” I moved my pointer finger to the other side of the bar. “And there’s your boring-as-fuck date waiting for you to arrive.” I turned to her. “You’re late, by the way.”

She blinked. The look on her face was freaking adorable. I wondered if for even a moment she considered whether I was for real.

Lucy blew a breath up into her hair. “Seriously, Tucker, what the hell is going on?”

“Nothing…”

“Tucker!”

“Are you getting pissed at me?” I grinned.

“Yes!” Her face reddened.

“Good.” Wrapping my hands around her cheeks, I went in for the kill, pressing my lips against hers and taking her beautiful mouth in mine.

When Lucy moaned, I felt the vibration down my throat. Her muscles loosened with each second, tension replaced by surrender. Our tongues collided as our bodies pressed together. When I felt her starting to pull away, I brought her in closer. Her moan was even more pronounced as she once again relaxed into me, wrapping her leg around my thigh, practically trying to climb me.

When I let go, Lucy looked up at me in a haze. “What was that?”

“Everyone knows the best kind of kiss is one in the middle of an argument, Luce.” I winked.

Her mouth fell open. “The quiz...”

“I had to find a way to get you mad, so I could kiss you. Making you wonder whether you were going insane was the best I could come up with.”

Her expression softened. “You were the one who filled out the quiz?”

I nodded. “How did I do?”

“Better than anyone ever has.” Her mouth curved into a smile.

“Let that be a lesson.”

“In what?” She brushed her fingers over her swollen lips.

“I’ll be the best you ever had, Lucy.”

“You closed down the bar to kiss me?”