“She might be soaked through and her carefully done hair was a total mess, but the evening wasn’t an actual loss. There wasn’t much a bucket of Mr. Paco’s Mexi-fries couldn’t improve. For instance, take the man across from her. He might be rain soaked, and his dark hair may still be periodically dripping, but he was here with her. What could be better? “So, what were your real plans for tonight?” Call her curious, but she had to know. “You mean the plans that were rained out?” He unw...rapped his second beef taco. “Maybe they were never meant to be.” “Can’t argue with that.” He took a bite, crunching into the crispy corn shell. He was different from any guy she had ever met before. Aside from the responsible, capable thing he had going on, he was infinitely calm. Any number of guys she could think of—including her own brothers—would have lost his temper at least once during his attempt to drive in the blizzard of hail with his head out the window.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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