His gaze softened as he looked at her. “How could he treat you like that? I still can’t figure it out. Were the other women prettier? Better in bed?” He shrugged, shaking his head. “Cause he’s a damn fool.”
“I don’t know,” Elizabeth whispered. “I’ve asked myself that more times than I can count, over the last month. I just don’t know.”
“You know what I think it was? You’re too much woman for him. He knew, deep down inside, that he couldn’t possibly be man enough for you. So, instead of trying, he just gave up.”
“You think so?”
Dylan nodded, taking her in his arms. “But you know what? You’re just right for me. Smart, funny, sinfully sexy, stunning….”
“The steaks are gonna burn,” she cautioned.
“I’m telling you how wonderful you are, and you’re worried about the steaks?” he sounded a little miffed.
“I like my meat just right,” she said, fully intending the double entendre. “Don’t over cook it.”
Grabbing his chest, Dylan staggered. “Do you know what a remark like that does to me?”
Her dark chocolate gaze fixed on the front of his relaxed fit jeans. “Yup.”
“You don’t play fair, babe. Not fair at all.”
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