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as he said all the right things, chatting it up with the boys, asking their names, what grade they were in,
what school they went to. Totally deflecting anything about himself and making the kids feel like they
were special.
His actions touched her. Far more than she cared to admit.
When the mom of the boy wearing the Hamilton jersey came over to see what all the fuss was
about, she screamed so loudly she drew everyone in the restaurant s attention, to the point that Nick
soon became swarmed, signing autographs, taking pictures. He even kissed a baby like he was some
politician and had to politely disentangle himself from the grip of a woman who claimed her biggest
dream was to marry him.
Willow didn t know how he dealt with it all. He was so easygoing, so freaking nice to everyone.
She would ve been growling and snapping like a feral animal by now, what with how insistent they
were, how grabby they could be.
 This your girlfriend? A guy in his early twenties tipped his head toward where Willow sat, a big
smile on his relatively handsome face.
 No, she said the same time Nick answered,  Yes. She glared at Nick before she turned her
attention back to the cute guy.  We re old friends, she explained, waving a hand toward Nick.
 Well, if you re just friends&  The flirtatious look on the guy s face told her exactly where he was
taking this next.
 If you define bed buddies as old friends, then yeah, I guess that s what we are, Nick said tightly,
sending a death glare toward the poor guy, who threw his hands up in front of him defensively.
Mister Easygoing, friendly with everyone, was long gone. He acted downright jealous that this guy
was even talking to her.
 Whoa. Not about to poach off you, dude. Have fun with her. She s gorgeous. The guy backed
away slowly.  Good luck in the playoffs!
Everyone else scattered within minutes, leaving the two of them alone once again. Nick slid back
into the booth, sitting next to her definitely not something old friends did and poured her another
beer, staring at her when he set the pitcher down.
 I think we need to define exactly what s going on between us at this moment, he said.
She arched a brow. What more could there be to define?  Do tell.
 When you re with me, on one of these dates, I d like it if you at least pretended to have some
interest in me. His eyes narrowed.  No flirting with other guys allowed.
Parting her lips, ready to protest, she was cut off with a single look from Nick.
 Would you like it if I flirted with other women while we re out together? I don t think so.
He had a point.  You were flirting. That woman said she wanted to marry you, for God s sakes.
Rolling his eyes, he chuckled.  I m sure you ll accuse me of being an asshole but I hear that sort of
thing every single day. I can t help it if I m a public figure, darlin . I can t help it if women throw
themselves at me and say they wanna marry me or whatever other crude offers they make. Because
trust me, the crude offers? They come at lightning speed, especially with Jared off the market.
She gaped at him. Maybe she should be glad they hadn t made it as a couple. Could she stand
having women ogling him and saying such horrific things? Hot, sharp-edged jealousy boiled within
her.
Stupid. Useless. Crazy.
 Maybe we re using these dates as some sort of twisted game to get what we both want. And maybe
we re just blowing smoke up each other s skirts, but when you re with me, you re with no one else.
Got that?
Her cheeks flared with heat. His possessiveness was sort of a turn on. He was trying to be all tough
and macho, but she saw the vulnerability in his gaze. She recognized that look, remembered seeing it
when they d been different people.  You don t wear a skirt, Nick. Unless you ve picked up some new
kink in the last few years I know nothing about.
He smiled, slow and easy, sexy as hell. Her heart fluttered at the sight of it, and the argumentative
mood was broken, just like that.  I m sure I ve picked up a few tricks that ll rock your world if you d
just give me a chance, but no. I m not into the whole cross-dressing thing.
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