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Adam obviously read her mind because he pulled up outside a steak house and turned the car off. “Let’s get some dinner then find a place to stay.”

“Sounds good.”

They both climbed out and she had the urge to grab onto his hand and lean into his side. Like they were a real couple. Stop it, Lucy. They walked in and were shown to a table right away. The place wasn’t packed but was not far off, and going by the smells coming from the kitchen, there was a good reason for that.

Her stomach rumbled. “I’m going to eat the biggest damn steak on the menu.”

Adam chuckled. “There’s a surprise.”

“What do you mean by that?”

They took their seats in a cozy booth near the back, and gave their drinks order to the waitress. Adam rested against the leather seats, looking casual and sexy as hell. His beautiful lips quirked up on one side, giving her a small flash of straight white teeth. “You do this every time we all eat out.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Woman, your eyes are bigger than your stomach. But you eat everything anyway until you almost need to be carried out of the restaurant in a food coma, usually just to prove Joe wrong.”

She rolled her eyes. “I do not do that.” She totally did.

“You do.” He sat forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Usually I find your stubbornness entertaining—”

They were interrupted by the waitress delivering their drinks.

As soon as they were alone again, she quirked a brow at him. “And all this time I assumed you thought I was a pain in the ass.” She loved it when he was playful like this.

He snorted. “Oh, you’re definitely that.”

“Rude.” She took a sip of her beer.

“Tonight, though, I’m thinking leaving here in a food coma isn’t a good idea.”

“No?” She leaned forward a little, breath hitching when Adam’s eyes dipped to her cleavage. “And why is that?”

He took a pull of his own beer and the way his throat worked as he swallowed was one of the hottest things she’d ever seen. He put down his drink, long, thick fingers loosely gripping it, and his eyes locked on hers. She didn’t miss the bit of mischief there, and, man, did it look good on him. “I want you fully alert when I finally get in between those sexy as fuck thighs.”

Her lips parted as air rushed from her lungs. It was hard, but she was pretty sure her reply was somewhat coherent. “Well, what do you know? I think this is a first.”

“For what?”

“The first time we actually agree on something.”

He muttered a curse under his breath as the waitress arrived back to take their orders. Lucy took another drink of her beer in the hopes of cooling her flaming skin a few degrees. It didn’t work, not with the way Adam watched her.

She had to hide her smile when she ordered a salad instead of steak. The man actually choked on his beer.

When they were alone again she grinned at him. “See? I can do what I’m told…occasionally.”

The grin on his face slipped, going all kinds of intense. “Is that right?”

“Yes.” She wasn’t sure why she was whispering, but the heat between them had driven even higher until it crackled.

“Give me your underwear.”

Every erogenous zone in her body lit the hell up. “You…ah…”

“Now, baby girl. Give ’em to me.”

Fuck. The authority in his voice sent her need through the damn roof. Without breaking eye contact, she reached under her skirt, lifted her butt a little, and tugged them down her legs. Bunching them tight in her fist, she held them out for him over the table.