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no-brainer. “Did you park close to here?” He knew she could take care of herself, but he didn’t want her walking alone at night. Hell, he wasn’t ready to say good-bye to her yet.
    â€œI’m close enough.” She gave him a tight smile as she slipped her jacket on. “You want to get my number from Leta tomorrow?”
    Something about her tone bugged him. He wondered if she planned to blow him off. Shaking his head, he pulled out his own phone. “How about you give it to me now instead?” He wasn’t going through his younger sister for anything.
    When her lips pulled into a thin line, he realized he might be right. She rattled off her number and he texted her once he’d stored it.
    â€œNow you have mine too,” he said softly.
    Her cheeks flushed a light shade of pink. “I’m going to say good-bye to some people, so I guess I’ll talk to you tomorrow?”
    Hating the wall she was erecting between them, he nodded and headed to the door of the bar. Once he was outside, he told his feet to move, but he leaned against the outside wall instead. His motorcycle was parked a block away and he was in no rush to get home. Not when he knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep.
    Half a dozen people spilled out from the double doors before Daphne finally made an appearance.
    She nearly stumbled in her heeled boots when she saw him. “Hey.”
    â€œHey, thought I’d walk you to your car.”
    There was such a vulnerable look in her dark eyes it made him frown, but she blocked it so quickly he could almost pretend he imagined it. “I didn’t actually drive. I walked. I didn’t say anything before because I knew you’d feel responsible.”
    â€œResponsible?”
What the hell was she talking about?
    She made a vague gesturing motion with her hand. “You know, because I’m Leta’s friend.”
    He snorted, but ignored her statement and decided to go with distraction. “I got a new Ducati.”
    Immediately her arms dropped from around herself and she stepped closer to him, the excitement rolling off her in waves. Even if this was a different kind of excitement than the way she’d been turned on earlier when they were dancing, her jasmine scent teased him mercilessly. “You did
not
.”
    â€œI did.” He grinned at the pleasure playing across her face. “Maybe I’ll even let you drive it.”
    â€œYou’re such a liar. I remember begging you to drive your old Harley and it was always, ‘when you’re old enough.’ ” She laughed, the rich sound a balm to his senses.
    This was the Daphne he remembered, relaxed and carefree. “You’re definitely old enough now.”
    She sucked in a quick breath but held his gaze. There was so much heat there it stole his breath. She looked away first, scanning the street. “So where is it?”
    â€œLet me drive you home and I’ll show it to you.” What he wouldn’t give to feel her arms wrapped around him, her breasts pressed against his back . . .
    â€œThat sounds a lot like blackmail to me.” Humor danced in her gaze.
    â€œNo, blackmail would be if I told you I’d let you drive it in exchange for a kiss.” He had no idea why he was pushing when she’d made it clear in the bar that she needed some distance, but he couldn’t help himself.
    Her dark eyes widened and she moistened her lips, her pink tongue darting out in a way that was so sensual because she probably wasn’t aware she’d done it. “You’d really let me drive your bike for a kiss? And not just for a measly block or two?”
    â€œYou can have it all day if you want. Do we have a deal?” He held back a grin as her jasmine scent intensified. She was definitely turned on and he hoped it was because of him, not his damn bike.
    She shrugged. “Sure. A kiss is no big deal.”
    He nearly growled at her