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When the bartender pours us each a drink in the long-stemmed wine glasses, Nick picks one up and holds it up to my lips.

“Taste this,” he says. The smile he gives me now emphasizes the dimple in his left cheek, and I struggle not to swoon over his good looks like a teenage girl with a crush on the most popular boy at school.

I dip my head and breathe in the floral scent before taking a sip of the fruity cherry- and raspberry-flavored wine. The moment the liquid hits my tongue, all my tastebuds awaken and come alive. It’s delicious and quite unlike anything I’ve ever had before.

“Wow, what is that?” I’m genuinely intrigued.

“Brachetto. Was I right about the sweetness?”

“You were.”

His eyes take me in again, and he looks like he wants to taste me. The thought of a stranger doing something like that to me should make me run the other way, but it doesn’t.

It makes moisture bead between my thighs, and this is not the type of dress to get aroused in.

“Have more.” He hands me the glass, and I drink a little more, savoring the flavor. “It’s from the Piedmont region in Italy. My family is from there.”

“Really? That sounds exciting. I’ve never been to Italy.”

“You’d like it.” He looks at me like he knows I would. I don’t doubt him because Italy is one of the places I’ve always wanted to visit.

“I’m sure I would. I suppose now I don’t have to ask you about your accent.”

“I guess not. What about yours?”

I smile. “Do you want to guess?”

He narrows his eyes, takes a sip of his drink, and sets the glass back on the table. “Tennessee from Tennessee, but you don’t live there anymore.”

“Spot on. How’d you guess? People say my accent isn’t as strong as it used to be.”

“I have off-the-chart attention-to-details skills, and I’m good with accents.”

“That’s impressive.” I’m only saying that because it is impressive. If he weren’t as sexy as he is, I’d be inclined to think he was trying to impress me, but men like him don’t have to try.

“Grazie.”

“I moved to North Carolina when I was little.”

“I’ve never been there. Sounds like a nice place, though.”

“It is.”

“So, what brings you to Vegas, Tennessee?”

On to business—or maybe it’s more like pleasure. And suddenly, I feel more awkward than I already did. I knew this question would come up, though. It was a given.

“Maybe the same reason as everyone else.Fun.” I might have believed myself more if I’d said that with a little more oomph. “Aren’t you here for fun?”

He tilts his head to the side. “Not until I saw you.”

Iamblushing now. I can feel it sweeping over me from head to toe.

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

“So, what were you here for before you saw me?” I can’t believe I said that without revealing how nervous I am.

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