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commercial properties mostly, but if a friend needs help securing a home in the area, I’ll represent them. It brings in a little extra cash for school.” She gazed down at her plate, shocked she’d eaten all her food while they were talking. “You don’t need a new home, do you?”
    He chuckled. “No. I have one that does the job of keeping the rain off me.”
    “That’s good.” She gazed past him.
    His friends played pool, and seemed to get along while they threw challenges back and forth as if they competed against one another all the time. As Rocki watched, Janie caught her looking and glared. She turned away.
    “Ready to finish the game?” he asked.
    “Sure.” She stood. “It’s probably a good time to let you know, I’ve been going easy on you. You’re ahead of me now, but it’d take nothing for me to clean the table in one turn.”
    He whistled. “Big talker.”
    “Hey, I only say what’s true. I’m not bragging at all.” She sashayed over and picked up both of their pool sticks.
    She was going straight to hell. How many lies could she tell in a twenty-four-hour period and retain her aura of a trained professional? A pillar of society?
    “Let’s say we up the ante. Game?” He leaned against the table.
    “You’ve already said winner gets anything. How much bigger does it get?”
    He gripped the pool stick she held in her hand and pulled her closer. She stared into his eyes. Light blue eyes, so transparent she witnessed his pupils dilate.
    “If I win, I’ll be asking you to come home with me.” He inched closer. His mouth hovered over her lips, not touching, but they shared a breath. “You’ll say yes and get to ride in my car.”
    Holy shit. Darrell had sent her to check out Tony? She blinked. “The Camaro?”
    “Yep,” he murmured. “You in?”
    “Depends.” She inhaled, and held her breath. God, she so wanted in. “Can you deliver on such a big promise?”
    He growled. With the ruckus in the bar, she would’ve missed the low vibration, but she actually felt the sound in the back of her fingers, where her hand pressed against him as she held the stick. The sensations coming from him swept through her body and settled deep in her lower belly.
    “One night. In my bed,” he whispered. “You come home with me, and I’ll make sure I deliver.”
    She bit down on her lip, studying him. Finally, she whispered back, “Okay.”
    He stepped away and grinned. “Your play, sweetheart.”
    She moistened her lips and moved toward the table. Her hands shook, and she braced them against the edge, near the corner pocket. She wrinkled her nose, unable to focus on lining up her shot. She knew what Darrell expected of her, but she was unprepared for how smoothly Tony Weston could wrangle her into going to bed with him.
    Usually, she loved competition. Even though she sucked at pool, she’d give it one hundred percent, because that’s all she knew. As a result, she sent the cue ball straight into the side pocket.

Chapter Three
    T ony parked the Camaro in front of the house. He opened the passenger door and held his hand out for Rocki. All the way home, he couldn’t believe his good luck.
    How many times over the past year, and almost constantly since two months ago, had he thought about Rocki? They’d never met, nor been introduced, but he’d lusted over her on two occasions while watching her work at the academy.
    That’s all it took. He knew it was crazy, the instant attraction, but damned if he could get her out of his head.
    On both occasions, she had no clue he’d watched her while she taught a class out in the field. He’d planned to go back, introduce himself, and ask her out on a date. But life got busy for him.
    First, there was the Hanson restore he personally brought into Beaumont Body Shop, then agency business took him out of town more times than he liked, and finally Janie came back to Bay City followed by her crazed ex-boyfriend, and all his time was spent keeping