She debated not telling him about her past, but he’d been so honest with her, she didn’t want to lie. She already felt like he was way out of her league, despite her girlfriends insisting there were no leagues, and she was about to reveal just how far. “I’m not proud of this, but I got out of an abusive relationship and ended up at the Parkvale Women’s Shelter. Bones—Wayne—volunteers there. That’s how I met the Whiskeys, and Red offered me a job.”

“Oh, Tracey. I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It was two years ago, and I was young when I got involved with the guy.”

His expression was serious. “It was a long-term relationship?”

“Yes. Too long. But I’m not the same person I was then.” Why did she feel the need to defend herself?

“What’s changed for you?”

“Gosh, everything. I was only sixteen when we met. I’ve learned a lot about life, love, valuing myself. I won’t settle for less than I’m worth. I’m stronger now, emotionally and physically. I’m taking martial arts, and I can’t wait to get back to it next week.” Diesel’s voice whispered through her mind. And once you’re healed up, I’m going to teach you how to fight. Her stomach knotted.

“Martial arts. Now, that’s impressive.”

She reached for her glass, and Damon lifted his in a toast. “Here’s to new beginnings.”

Their conversations turned lighter as they finished dinner. When they left the restaurant, Tracey couldn’t help but think about how nice it was to be with someone who actually talked with her. She knew more about Damon after two and a half hours than she’d learned about Diesel in two years. But as he walked her to her door, there was no denying the lack of sparks between them. Damon felt like a friend, the way Moon or her other male friends did, and she blamed Diesel for that damn kiss.

“Thank you for tonight,” she said on the porch. “I had a great time.”

“Me too. I can’t remember when I’ve had this much fun on a date.”

He leaned in to kiss her, and she closed her eyes, silently hoping she might feel sparks. But all she felt was the sweet peck of his lips. What was wrong with her? Damon was honest to a fault, handsome as could be, and looking for forever love. What more could she want? Diesel’s face bloomed before her eyes, and that passionate kiss came rushing back, infuriating her.

“I’d love to see you again.” Damon’s voice brought her mind back to the moment. “We could take my boat out this weekend.”

“I had such a great time, but—”

“Uh-oh.” He cocked a brow, his voice full of disappointment.