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That was it? Penis? Sean hated the word “penis.” It sounded small. “Not all men who don’t like little dogs are hung like babies.”

“How many men do you know who don’t like little dogs?”

Just him, and he didn’t have a problem in the hung department. He took a long pull of beer, then asked, “Explain it to me again. Why in the hell were you about to marry a moody guy with bad toenails and small junk?”

“Well, if you love someone—”

“Don’t tell me you loved the guy,” he interrupted. “It doesn’t happen that way.”

Her big eyes rounded. “How many times have you been in love?”

“Enough to consider marriage?”

“Yes.”

“Never.”

“Then you don’t qualify as an expert.”

“Not saying I’m an expert. Just curious how a girl like you ends up engaged to a man she doesn’t even know.”

“A girl like me?”

Mindful of the trap women set to snap off a man’s leg, he answered carefully, “Not ugly.”

“Pressure.” She sat back in her chair. “And convincing myself that it was love at first sight.”

He scoffed.

“You don’t believe in love at first sight?”

“No.” He chuckled and shook his head. “I believe in lust at first sight.” He was looking at it square in the face. Staring into lust. Lust and chaos. A dangerous combination for him.

She sighed and gave up the pretense of maybe, sort of, could have been in love. “I told myself that I was probably wrong about his moodiness, and I figured he could get pedicures.” She set her knife and fork on her plate and pushed the remains of her waffle away. “Everyone can’t help but fall in love with Yum Yum and . . . and we could compensate.”

He shook his head. “Princess, there’s no compensating for a small dick.”

“I once dated a guy and . . .” Her voice trailed off and she didn’t finish.

“Exactly.” He looked at her, sitting there in her ridiculous fish hat, looking absolutely beautiful. Sean Knox had sat across from a lot of beautiful women. Some were a punch in the gut and a feast for the eyes. Others piqued his curiosity and left him wanting more. Lexie was both: a double dose of seduction and cut with some grade A drama. That made her a trifecta of trouble. The kind he didn’t need.

He raised one hip and pulled a wallet from his worn Levi’s. Last night, he got a real good glimpse of her corset. He imagined it had been designed for her wedding night, and the thought of some man peeling her out of it had made him peel out of the Harbor Inn parking lot, once he’d dropped her and Jimmy off.

He’d needed to put some distance between him and Lexie Kowalsky, but here he was. Back again, thinking about her underwear and soft skin. “I got your waffles covered.” Sean pulled out a green queen and tossed it on the table. He’d checked up on his coach’s daughter. It was the right thing to do and bound to make him look like a hero in the eyes of his teammates.

“Are you leaving?”

He glanced up from the twenty and into her blue eyes. “Yeah.”

“Where are you going?”

He’d done his duty.

“To your mom’s?”

“Maybe.” He shoved the wallet back into his pocket and stood.

“I’d love to meet her.”

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