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date in months and they were wallowing in misery over situations out of their control. If it continued, she doubted he would even consider a second date. The thought sent a wave of sadness through her. "My, aren't we getting melancholic?" With a forced smile, she moved to lighten the conversation.
    He nodded. "That we are."
    "How do you feel about dessert?"
    He grinned wickedly as his eyes twinkled with mischief. "What are you offering?"
    She snorted as her face heated. "Letch. I swear. Although"—she tapped a finger on her chin—"you would make an ideal book cover model. Perhaps even a consultant." Peeking up through her lashes, she watched the changing expressions move across his face.
    His head cocked to the side. "Consultant? I know nothing about writing."
    Riley waved a hand dismissively. "No. No. Not about the writing part." Lowering her voice to a sensual pitch, she threw out the pressing question. "So, tell me, what deep, dark fantasies do you have about women in your bed?" Her voice lowered in volume while taking on a husky timbre.
    Spoon's eyebrows rose while the corners of his mouth twitched. "Aim to play them out?"
    She took a long drink of her soda, using the time to pinpoint the perfect answer. "That would be telling."
    A spark returned to his eyes, along with a mischievous grin. Both sent her tummy tumbling in a slow, delicious somersault. Her gut instinct told her he would be a force to be reckoned with in bed for any woman lucky enough to receive an invite.
    Pick me, her inner harlot whispered in her mind. She ignored the tiny voice to focus on the light-hearted teasing. "So, what do you think?"
    "Let me get this straight. You want me to spill about my sexual escapades so you can use the material for your books?"
    "Yes. For the sex scenes. They have to be exciting and each one different. You seem to have the knowledge and firsthand experience. Would you at least consider assisting me with some research?"
    He chuckled, his chest bouncing with the sound. "Which brain of mine do you intend to tap for this information?"
    "Hmmmmm." Her focus lowered for a second before returning to his face. "That's a good question. I'll have to think about it, but I should probably warn you that I'm not a one-night stand kind of woman."
    "I didn't imagine you were." Spoon's low baritone sent shivers up her arms.
    "And, I don't have sex on a first date, either."
    "I don't expect you to."
    She beamed at him. "I think I like you, mystery and all." For the first time in forever, she actually enjoyed bantering with a man, razzing and flirting.
    He matched her grin. "That's good to know."
    Heady with the new found joy, she dove in once more. "I don't suppose you'd like to get together again soon? With me?"
    Surprise briefly flashed across his handsome face. "Best idea I've heard all day."
    Anticipation, intermingled with relief, coursed through her body. Perhaps finally her lucky star shone brightly over this prospect. Full of hope, she wrote her phone number on a clean napkin. "Call me. Anytime. I mean…" Her voice faded as her face heated at the sheer desperation she detected in her own voice.
    He chuckled while pocketing the paper. "You working tomorrow?"
    She nodded.
    "I'll definitely make a point to drag my lazy ass out of bed and go for a workout then."
    "I can't wait." To watch sweat dampen his T-shirt, causing it to cling to that delicious body. To see his strong muscles flex and extend with each set of weights. To drool as he bent over time and again to exchange dumbbells.
    "Lady, take my advice. Never play poker." He grinned at her while slurping on his soda.
    She chuckled. "Think I'll lose, big time?"
    Spoon set his empty cup back on the table. "Money, yes. You want to play with me and lose your clothes…" He shrugged.
    Boy howdy. Now that's one game I would love to play. Sign me up.

Chapter 4
     
    Spoon returned home, tossed his keys on the countertop and switched on the lights. The paperback book soon followed, landing