Her Hawaiian Homecoming. Cara Lockwood

an awkward silence fell. Allie waited for Dallas to leave. His peace offering delivered, he was under no obligation to stay. Yet, he lingered.

      “Thanks for the food, but you can mingle if you want to,” Allie said, hoping he’d take the hint and go. She felt a little disoriented, a little dizzy with him standing so close. She could smell his aftershave, something crisp and outdoorsy, and it made her want to bury her nose in his shirt collar. It just underlined the fact that she had terrible taste in men. Jason was no fluke, which was a depressing thought.

      “You trying to get rid of me?” Dallas put up some mock outrage.