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“Sorry, man, I wasn’t trying to tick you off.”

Best waved him on. “Never mind. Go make your phone call.”

Dean walked a little ways away and tried calling but got her voicemail. At the beep, he said, “Hey, Violet, I was calling to see if it would be okay for me to bring a pizza by and maybe watch a movie with you. Call or text me.”

Dean came back to stand beside Best, disappointed.

Then he thought of something.

“Would it be creepy to show up at a woman’s house with pizza and a movie if you couldn’t get ahold of her?”

“Probably.” Then, Best shot him a wink. “Of course, I’ve never had a woman not answer my phone call.”

VIOLET WAS EXHAUSTED. Wiped. Completely sapped of the strength needed to even change her clothes before she flopped down on the couch. She’d ended up working a double shift at the restaurant when one of the other waitresses called in. Although the tips had been excellent tonight, her feet and back were killing her.

On top of that, her phone had taken a dive into the dishwater this morning when she was talking to Tracy. She’d taken it apart and stuffed it in a bag of rice, but all day she’d felt naked without it.

Reaching under the couch for her laptop, she settled into the cushions to watch the fifth season of Sons of Anarchy. Just as the episode started, there was a knock at the door.

Groaning, she called, “Who are you?”

“It’s Dean.”

Violet’s heart did a little leap of excitement, and she would have jumped up from her position if she wasn’t so tired. What was he doing here? Since her impromptu kiss at Alpha Dog, they had been texting and he’d sent an e-mail with a permission slip, but other than that, nothing.

“Come on in.”

The door opened, and Dean looked over the back of the couch at her. “You okay?”

“Long day.” With a teasing grin, she added, “Is this dropping by unannounced going to continue to be a thing with you?”

“Ah well, I called, but you didn’t answer, so I brought dinner anyway. If that helps make up for the long day and my rudeness.” He held up a pizza box, and the smell was heavenly.

“It helps a lot.” She sat up on the couch with her laptop. “I dropped my phone in dirty dishwater this morning, and it said on the Internet to put it in a bag of rice for twelve hours.”

“Well, glad it wasn’t just you avoiding me.”

Violet laughed. “Wait a second. You thought I was avoiding you, and you still came over?”

“What can I say, I’m a risk-taker.” Dean came around the couch, and she saw Dilbert lumbering around beside him, his tail wagging rapidly.

“Why is that dog in my house?”

“He’s been feeling a little left out, so I figured I’d bring him with me. After the way you two bonded the other day, I didn’t think you’d mind.”

The dog did seem pretty mellow, even a little dorky. “I guess it’s all right, but if he shits in this house, you are cleaning it up.”

“Fair enough.”

Violet slid her laptop back under the couch and sat with her feet tucked up underneath her. Dean sat down next to her and put the pizza on the coffee table.

“Go lie down,” Dean said to Dilbert.

Dilbert flopped down on the ground right below where Violet was sitting. “Your dog has some kind of weird obsession with me.”

“It’s ’cause he’s got good taste.”

Violet’s cheeks burned. “Thank you, I think.”

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