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First dates were always awkward, but a hundred times more so when the man across the table had already seen her in nothing but a towel.
Oh yeah—and a plunger.
Bethany Morrison tried not to think about that mortifying moment, but Nate wasn’t making it easy. As he stood to greet her, the gleam in his gray eyes told her he remembered every second.
“Hi, Bethany. Nice to see you again.”
Again. An obvious reference to the locked-out-of-her-house-in-a-towel incident.
“Here we go,” she muttered under her breath. Commence the teasing. Mustering a smile, she gave Nate a dignified nod of her head. She was a doctor, after all. Doctors had dignity. “Hello, Nate. How are you?”
“Good, how—”
She cut him off. “I don’t have a lot of time before work, so how about we get our orders in?” She sat dow
