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“You ready to go?”
    “Not just yet.”
    Jill cocked her head. “You want another drink?”
    “Nope. But if I was ten years younger, I’d order me a Tall, Dark, Tattooed and Sexy. And I’d start with Mr. TDTS sitting at the bar right now.”
    Jill laughed but didn’t bother looking at the man again. She’d already taken a quick look, and he definitely wasn’t her type. Jill preferred a more clean-cut man. “Is TDTS really that much younger than you? Maybe he likes his women well-seasoned.” She put her wallet back in her purse.
    Jill had met Liz Moreno in college. They’d both enrolled late in life. Liz had been forty and Jill had been twenty-one at the time. Before starting classes, Jill had worked odd jobs so she could help her mother care for her father, who’d waged a long battle against early-onset Alzheimer’s. Her father had died five years ago, and she and her mother had both known the end was near. What Jill hadn’t been prepared for was her mother dying a few months later from a heart attack. Jill had thrown herself into her studies, putting friends and fun on the back burner, graduating magna cum laude with a Bachelor’s degree in Education. Liz had returned to college after her daughter graduated high school. They’d hit it off, become friends, and started the daycare together six months ago.
    “Some men do, honey, but in this case, I’d say the guy likes the looks of you . Oh shoot, he just turned away to order another drink.”
    Jill glanced over again for another look. Mr. TDTS gave new definition to the word “big.” He was more like a one-man NFL team. Dark hair, black T-shirt with short sleeves that showed off big, muscular well-defined arms covered with colorful tattoos. His jeans were well worn, and damn, did he wear them well.
    Abruptly, he turned, and they eyed each other again. Something in his eyes this time—whatever he was thinking—made a flurry of electric shocks run through her body. Heat coiled low in her belly. She glanced down and away, struggling to keep her expression cool and composed. She couldn’t help it and looked again.
    He was still staring!
    Then came his smile—slow. A shade shy of cocky. And bordering on conflicted.
    Suddenly, she was so overcome by desire she couldn’t think straight, and that whole lust-at-first-sight thing wasn’t something that had happened to her in…well, never. But here was this man, zeroing in on her when it appeared he didn’t even want to. She wasn’t sure what to do about that.
    His expression dimmed, and he swiveled back around on his seat to face the bartender. She kept looking. Checking him out. Considering both him and her own reaction.
    His face sported a day’s worth of dark stubble. He definitely didn’t blend in with the crowd. Not my type , she thought once again. So what was it about him that made her do a double-take? Was it the way he sat there alone, thinking…brooding…
    Didn’t matter. Whatever type he was, one thing was clear—her body responded to it. With those chest muscles rippling underneath his cotton T-shirt, he radiated masculine power.
    She imagined herself standing right up and strolling over there, like the many confident actresses she’s watched in movies. Hell, like Liz herself. She’d watched her friend approach a guy in a bar a time or two. Just go on over there and tell him what you want, take no prisoners .
    Whoa… the beer she’d had must be playing with her head. A guy like that, someone who belonged on the cover of a hot and steamy romance novel, wouldn’t want someone like her—plain Jane Jill Jones, who ran a daycare for a living.
    Even so, the longer they’d held each other’s gazes, the more she’d imagined him taking her into a hidden corner of the bar, his hard mouth moving over hers, her fingers stroking the tattoos defining his biceps, her hand sliding down over what must surely be rock hard abs and—
    Jill closed her eyes for a long second, hoping the intense need