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I slide my hand into his and he wraps it around his neck. His hand moves to my hip and slowly we start moving.
“So, Lincoln is your name?”
He nods. “What’s your name?”
I wet my lips. “Emery.”
“That’s different.”
“And Linc isn’t?” I grin.
He shrugs. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Who are you here with?” I spin around, pressing my back to his chest.
His hand tightens on my hip. “A couple of friends. It’s a bachelor party.” I feel the tip of his nose touch my ear as his warm breath washes over my neck. “Is there a reason behind girls’ night?” he whispers, causing a shiver to run up my spine.
I look at him from over my shoulder. “I just graduated college, moved in with my friend, and got a new job.”
His brows lift. “Wow, seems like some congratulations are in order.”
I spin back around, wrapping my arms around his neck. “So, Linc…What do you do for a living.”
“I’m a police officer.”
I feel my brows lift. “Really? You don’t fit the type.”
He grins. “What’s the type?”
I shrug. “You know, clean cut. No messy hair, or tattoos.”
He arches his brows. “So, nothing like me.” He chuckles, the sound making my stomach muscles tighten. “What does it look like I do for a living?”
I smile and wet my lips as I think it over. “I don’t know…Bartend. Maybe own a bar. Musician. Firefighter.”
“That’s crap.” He rolls his eyes, slightly shaking his head. “I don’t know why firefighters get a better rap than we do. I mean, yeah, they run into burning buildings but we’re bad asses too. We walk up to someone behind the wheel that could be waiting for us with a gun. A fire is basically science. You know what you’ll get every time you show up to put out a fire. People, they’re unpredictable. They keep you on your toes and you never know what to expect.”
I can’t help but to giggle. “Sounds like someone has a complex.”
He rolls his eyes. “What do you do for a living?” he asks, changing the subject.
“I just took a job working in a daycare.”
He chuckles. “Sounds like your job is more dangerous than the police and firefighter put together.”
I smile, actually surprised by his sense of humor and how well we’re hitting it off. Maybe I can give him a chance after all. I mean, they say not to judge a book by its cover for a reason, right?
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LINC
“So…Can I get you that drink yet?” I whisper into her ear.
She pulls back, her brown eyes locking with mine. She offers a smile and then nods.
I release her hips, but I catch her hand in mine and pull her with me to the bar. I lean against it, turning my attention to her. I move my hand to her lower back, pulling her against my side as I ask, “What do you drink?” I tilt my head so I’ll be able to hear her reply.
“Vodka water with a lemon.” Her warm breath blows across my ear and neck.
