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“Just leaving,” I said with a tight smile. It was for my own good. My friends had told me to make a play for the sandy-haired hunk, but it just wasn’t in me to pick up a man in a bar. The girls had bought me a drink for my birthday, given me a ridiculous gift and now it was time to follow their example and head home.

Even though Sam’s shiny brown bedroom eyes made the moisture evaporate from my mouth.

He seemed disappointed by my response, but accepting. “Well, nice almost meeting you.”

I gathered up my present and had turned to go when he called, “Hey. You forgot something.”

I turned back and, to my horror, saw him bending to retrieve the pink sheet of paper containing directions for my present, the “Make Your Own Dildo” kit. The subhead “The Only Set That Lets You Cast It from the Real Thing” seemed to jump off the page. I lunged for the paper, but Sam was too quick. When he lifted his gaze from the sheet, a mischievous smile curved his mouth and his eyes danced. “Looks like fun.”

Hmm. On second thought, maybe I did have one more birthday present coming to me.