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she dated had always had a way of disappointing her down the line. She could leave now and chalk it up as a win. The problem was, she didn’t want to leave with nothing more than some flirty touches and witty conversation for the night. She wanted more .
    “Okay.” Harper cleared her throat and closed the distance between them until her arm brushed his. His muscles stiffened from the contact and his expression burned with an intensity that stole her breath. She drained her glass in a couple of swallows and leaned in toward him, ready to take a leap. “I know where you grew up, that you failed sophomore geometry, and that you love fish tacos. How about your type?” she asked, trying not to sound too breathy. “What sort of woman are you attracted to?”
    He pulled back and dragged his eyes from her toes to the top of her head in a way that made her skin tingle as though it were his hands and not his eyes touching her. Then he leaned in and put his mouth close to her ear, causing Harper to shudder with excitement. “Oh, about five-five, long dark hair, killer hazel eyes. I’m particularly fond of journalism majors.”
    “Oh.” The word escaped her lips in a whisper.
    His hand caught hers, his fingers fluttering against her palm in a way that made her wonder what those talented digits would feel like moving against a softer, more sensitive part of her body. Harper bit the inside of her cheek, worried that she’d give her desire away with some sort of desperate whimper that would send her superhero running at Mach 10 in the opposite direction. This wasn’t like her. She was the cautious one, the logical thinker, the girl who didn’t even go to second base until the fifth or sixth date. She wasn’t a one-night-stand sort of girl, and she’d never gone home with a guy she’d met in a bar. Still, what would it hurt to sow her oats a bit? She was twenty-two years old, for crying out loud. Young enough to be reckless and old enough to know her opportunities to act this way were coming to an end. She didn’t want to look back on this night months from now and regret that she hadn’t lived a little. Screw it. Tonight she was going for it.
    For a few moments, they stood there, her hand in his while he swirled a sensual pattern across her palm. Harper’s heart fluttered in her chest, anticipation of what might happen next igniting all of her nerve endings into hyper-awareness. Her breath came in quick little bursts of air as she built up the courage to tell him what was on her mind.
    Her hero reached up with his free hand and swept her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear as he leaned in close. “Let’s get out of here,” he murmured, his lips brushing her ear as he uttered the exact words she’d been dying to say.
    “My apartment’s five blocks from here,” she suggested.
    He leaned back and smiled, his navy-blue eyes smoldering in their heat. “Perfect.”
     
     
    After a quick good-bye to Addison and a not-so-gentle let-down for Sophie—who’d requested a few naughty pics as soon as she got him good and naked—Harper was more than ready to get out of there.
    “Text or call if you need me,” Addison said one last time. “He’s sexy as sin, but even good-looking guys can be scumbags, Harp.”
    “I know, I’ll be careful,” she said. “I’ve got you on speed dial.”
    “Good girl,” Addison said with a grin. Out of the three of them, Addison was the most motherly. “Don’t have too much fun!” she called after her.
    “Have I taught the two of you nothing?” Sophie shouted at them, her voice still amplified by the amount of liquor in her system. “Wreck that shit, Harp!”
    “Right,” she said, giving Addison a look. “Talk to you tomorrow.”
    “Bye!” they called in unison, waving Harper out the door.
    When she stepped out of the bar into the cool night air, Harper half expected her mystery man to be gone. Maybe nothing more than a drunken figment of her imagination or