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We stayed on the dance floor until the musician took a break. Knox led me back to our table, where he paid the bill, then dragged me out of the restaurant.
Not that I was fighting him.
He opened my door for me, waiting for me to get in, then closed it and hurried around to the other side. He cranked up the truck and blasted the air conditioning, even though late March was still cool.
“Where to, Haley?”
I met his hungry gaze. I wasn’t ready for the night to be over. His place meant no neighbors, but mine meant we wouldn’t be forced to spend the night together. Since he picked me up, I didn’t have a car at his store, so either he’d have to drive me home, or I’d have to stay the night.
“Your place,” I whispered.
He held my gaze a minute longer, then nodded and took off. He stayed ex
