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    “Let’s go eat,” she muttered, pretending to be annoyed.


    He gave a nod. She had waited a while—she was probably starving by now.


    “Alright, let’s go.”


    Norton walked ahead, confident and steady, but paused when he realized she wasn’t following. He looked over his shoulder. “Youing or not?”


    She was still blushing. Taking out apact mirror, she started fixing her makeup. “Go on. I just need a minute.”


    She dabbed her face with powder and waved a hand to cool herself.


    “Let’s go,” Norton said again, stepping back and taking her wrist. Her hand fit snugly into his. The contrast of her soft skin against his calloused fingers made her pulse skip.


    She tried to pull away, but he noticed—and didn’t let go.


    He walked ahead again, his tone calm. “I’m getting hungry.”


    Yvonne had no choice but to pick up her pace and follow him.


    They reached the parking lot, and she stayed close behind.


    As they approached his car, she moved toward the back seat without thinking.


    Norton stopped her. “Get in the front.”


    He held the door open and motioned for her to sit.


    She let out a sigh. “Who made you the seat police?”


    He waited for her to settle in before walking around to the driver’s side.


    She muttered under her breath, and he leaned toward her with a smirk.


    “Easier to keep you in check this way.”


    His closeness made her blush. “Why are you sitting so close?”


    He reached past her, hand drifting toward her side. Startled, she tried to stop him, but he caught her hand.


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    “Just making sure your seatbelt’s on,” he said with a grin.


    “It is,” she snapped, trying to tug her hand away.


    “Good.” He let go and lightly patted her head.


    She turned toward the window, needing a second to breathe.


    Once the car started moving, he asked, “So, what do you feel like eating?”


    She paused to think. “One of my coworkers mentioned a good ce—said it was worth trying.”


    She took out her phone and typed a quick message to Margie. “Hey, did you end up trying that restaurant you talked about earlier? Was it any good?”


    Margie replied right away. “Didn’t go, but my friend loved it! I can send you the address.”


    “Thanks!” Yvonne texted back.


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