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That grin was back, 100 percent male and looking self-satisfied.

“No, a friend’s. I would never hit on another woman if I was getting married.”

She could tell her cheeks were still burning, but she tried to play it through. “Good to know. Well, it was nice to meet you. I’m sorry about the—”

“Hang on now. How about that lunch?” he asked.

Marley hesitated, considering. She didn’t get involved with tourists, usually, but it would be nice to go on an actual date.

“How long are you in town?”

“This week, then every weekend until the second weekend in August.”

Weekends were usually booked solid for her. “How about Monday? I should be a

ble to meet you around one.”

“That sounds good, but can I get your number at least?”

His teasing made her laugh at her own eagerness.

“Absolutely.”

After the number exchange, Luke took his phone back, his fingers brushing over hers lightly. That simple touch made her skin light up with tiny tingles, like the bubbles at the top of a glass of champagne.

“I’ll see you Monday. It was good bumping into you, Marley.”

He walked back down the aisle, and the minute he was out of sight, she picked up the box of Trix again with a smile. She suddenly had a craving.

Codi Gary, Good at Being Bad

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