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She offers me a friendly smile and then glances at Shane. “Good evening, Susie,” he greets.

“Good to have you in tonight. Jeffrey will be sorry he missed you.”

“He’s still giving me a hard time about the Broncos losing this year anyway. Tell him he lives in Denver. He can’t root for Texas.”

Just hearing the name of my home state, which I can’t claim, twists me in knots. I have to get over this reaction.

“We’ve been in Denver for twenty years,” she replies, giving me the impression she might be Jeffrey’s wife. “He’s never giving up the Cowboys. You want the bar or restaurant?”

“Is there a booth in the bar available?”

“You’re in luck considering it’s been a busy Wednesday night,” she says, grabbing two menus. “We just had one open.”

“Excellent,” Shane says, and with his approval given, Susie motions for us to follow her.

Shane urges me forward, his fingers flexing where they’ve settled on my lower back, and we round the leather wall to a rectangular room with fully occupied high tables in the center, a bar to the right, and cozy booths set on high pedestals to the left.

Susie directs us to the fourth booth of eight lining the far wall. “Can I get anything started for you?” she asks before we sit, her gaze falling on me. “Wine or a cocktail, perhaps?”

“Wine would be great,” I say. “Can you suggest something sweet?”

“I have an excellent German white I recommend often,” Susie replies.

“Perfect,” I say, and she immediately eyes Shane. “Cognac?

“You know me well,” he confirms, shrugging out of his jacket and proving his crisp white shirt is indeed hugging the spectacular chest my hand had promised was beneath. “And let’s break out the good stuff tonight,” he adds. “I’ll take the Louis XIII.”

She holds out her hands for his jacket and he removes his cell phone, sticking it in his pants pocket before allowing her to take the jacket. “I’ll hang this up by the door as usual,” she informs him, “and I won’t ask if the expensive cognac is to celebrate a good day or drive away a bad one.”

“That answer changed when Emily joined me.”

“Oh,” Susie says, giving me a curious, pleased look. “Thanks indeed, Emily, because I have been witness to this man after a truly bad day and it’s not pretty.”

Shane directs a playful scowl in her direction. “Be gone before you scare her off and you’re stuck with me alone.”

She laughs, rushing away, and Shane refocuses on me. “Apparently you saved Susie from my foul mood,” he jokes.

“But who’ll save me?” I tease, trying to be as ladylike as possible as I attempt to climb into the high, half-moon-shaped booth.

“Me,” he promises, gently gripping my waist to help me into the seat.

“Thank you,” I murmur, and when I expect him to move to the opposite side of the booth, he instead slides in beside me, forcing me to scoot around. I make it to the center before he says, “Oh no you don’t,” and the next thing I know, his fingers have closed down over my knee, my sheer pantyhose the only thing between his palm and my skin.

He scoots closer, aligning our legs, tilting his head in my direction. “You’re still running.”

Not from you, I think, but I say, “Not anymore, but I admit, I did judge you at first.”

He inches back to look at me. “Did you now?”

“I did. I mean, that cup of coffee said a lot about you,” I say, calling on the skills I’d once thought would serve me well in a career that now seems lost. “I’m very good at reading people.”

His eyes light, the shadows nowhere to be found, and it pleases me to think I’ve made them disappear. “What did my coffee tell you about me?” he asks, resting an elbow on the table, his body still angled toward mine.

“It was strong and no-nonsense, meant to get a job done, without any fluff about it.”

“That still doesn’t tell me what you think it says about me.”

“Of course it does. You’re a workaholic.”


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