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Nathan widened his smile. “Sounded like it, didn’t it?”

Well, Sheryl was going to say no, of course. How completely out of her mind would she have to be to say anything else?

But before common sense could assert itself, she nodded. “Sounds good.” When she got home tonight, she’d have to check herself into some twelve-step program for women who made unwise romantic decisions.

Not necessarily unwise, the devil on her shoulder insisted. Maybe dinner with Nathan could be excused with the same principle she always used when dieting—have some extra chocolate before the day started to get cravings out of the way.

“You in the mood for anything?” he asked.

“Wh-whatever restaurant you like is fine,” she was relieved to hear herself say. Because saying, “You and a bottle of chocolate syrup” might have been inappropriate. Not to mention the mess it would’ve made of her bedsheets.