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ass-kicker and an expression that screamed cross me and suffer the consequences , Damien had dangerous bad boy written all over him. Three-quarter sleeve tattoos covered his corded forearms and ran up his wide, sculpted biceps to disappear under the sleeves of his T-shirt. And though he looked like he frequented dive bars and back alleys often, Damien didn’t have that nasty, grunge-coated look to him. In fact, when he smiled, the soft openness of the expression had stolen Tabitha’s breath. Deep dimples pitted his cheeks, and they’d lent a youthful lightheartedness to him that she never would have known was there if he hadn’t smiled at her.
    Yep, tall, built, and tattooed hit everything on Tabitha’s yes, please! list, but those same qualities in a guy often came with their own sets of problems. “Oh, he’s yummy,” Tabitha agreed. And he seemed like a genuinely nice guy, too. “But yummy can be trouble.”
    â€œYes, it can.”
    Tabitha laughed at Dave’s suggestive tone. Sure, Damien’s golden-brown eyes had been hypnotic and his messy thatch of light brown hair practically begged to be touched, but he was a guest at the hotel. “Good thing for us he’s off-limits, then.” She and Dave had the same taste in men, which was why they were both often in the dating doghouse. Bad boys had their allure, but they only broke your heart in the end.
    â€œI don’t know,” Dave said on a sigh. “I might be willing to lose my job over a shot at that.”
    â€œI would have your head.” Tabitha swatted at him and Dave sidestepped her mock assault. “It’s too hard to find decent front-desk people. You can’t ever quit or get fired, which means no hitting on guests for you, mister.”
    â€œNot that it would matter,” he replied as though hurt. “Because that tattooed god was obviously hot for your lady bits.”
    She didn’t want to admit that she’d felt a spark of connection between them. Or that in the course of their banter, her stomach had begun to gradually unfurl until it felt as though someone had let a swarm of butterflies loose to fly around. “My lady bits aside, I’m swearing off guys like that.”
    â€œYou mean drop-dead gorgeous, walking pieces of art?”
    â€œI mean guys who look like trouble.” And despite the soft brilliance of his smile, Tabitha had no doubt that Damien was just as dangerous as he looked. “It’s tax accountants and guidance counselors for me from here on out.”
    â€œGreat,” Dave replied. “That means more bad boys for me.”
    â€œYou say that now, but after your next breakup you’ll be begging me to help you find a nice guy.”
    â€œTrue. But until then, I’m sowing my oats.”
    â€œAs long as you don’t reap from the company fields, I’m a-okay with that.”
    â€œFine. But I’m telling you now, if Mr. MMA even blinks at me with so much as minimal interest, all bets are off.”
    Tabitha laughed. “Deal.”
    â€œSpeaking of gorgeous bad boys, how’s your brother?”
    Dave had been crushing on Tabitha’s brother, Seth, for as long as they’d known each other. He also knew how much trouble Seth caused in her life. Since they were kids, Tabitha had been bailing her younger brother out of one bad situation after another. And it’s not like she could have ever counted on her less-than-responsible parents to help him out. He was the king of making bad decisions for the right reasons. Somewhere under his rough, troublemaker exterior was a good guy. He just needed someone to give him a chance to show that good side off.
    â€œHe’s all right. He’s trying to get a job working construction. If I can keep him on track for the next six months, I think he’ll be set to start school in the fall. I’ve got him talked into a junior college to start. I really think he