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"Where?"

"Town. Wedding errands."

"Errands, plural?"

She shot me a look.

I smiled.

She sighed. "Yes. Plural."

"I'll drive."

Her head snapped up.

"No, you won't."

"Pretty sure I will."

"Don't you have work?"

"My long-distance girlfriend is only here for four days. I cleared my schedule."

She stared at me.

I stared back.

"You are aware we're not actually dating, right?"

"Painfully."

"Damon."

"What? I'm a method actor."

She fought a smile. I saw it trying to escape. "You don't have to do this."

"I know."

"Seriously. I can handle a few errands."

"I have no doubt."

"Then why are you insisting?"

Good question. One I wasn't prepared to answer. Because the truth was, I wanted more time with her. I wanted to hear her laugh. Watch her argue. Find out what made her smile when she wasn't trying to impress anyone. I wanted to know whether she'd been thinking about that kiss half as much as I had. And I wanted to kiss her again. Preferably somewhere without an audience.

But telling her any of that seemed like a spectacular way to scare her off.

So I gave her my best grin. "Because we agreed that if I did this, I was doing it my way."

She narrowed her eyes. "You're incredibly stubborn."

"One of my most attractive qualities."

"Debatable."

"Along with my dimples."