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hand.
    No—she wasn’t going to let it go at that. Standing up, she leaned across the table, grabbed his shirt, and kissed him.
    He responded slowly, but he responded, his hand curling into her hair and holding her close. Her entire body went YES! and she mewled in pleasure before sitting back in triumph.
    Max stared at her. “I’ll send you a quote for the party,” he said finally.
    “Okay.” She touched her lips. They felt on fire.
    He stood up. “Soon.”
    She didn’t know whether he meant the quote or another kiss. Either way was good to her. She smiled. “Soon.”
    She was halfway back to the office when she realized she’d have to remember to invite some people. She was having a party.

Chapter Six
    The party was going to cost a fortune—a fortune Anna didn’t have.
    Anna stared at the open document on her desktop. She’d had no idea catering cost so much. She didn’t normally spend so extravagantly, and this was a lot of money.
    Maybe the whole thing was a bad idea.
    “You still here? It’s after nine o’clock.”
    She looked up to see Scott standing in her doorway. Sighing, she waved at her computer screen. “I got caught up going over a contract.”
    “Is it something that I can help you with?”
    “No, it’s a personal matter, actually.” She looked at him. He made his living taking chances on risky ventures—maybe he’d have some words of wisdom to give her. “Can I ask you a question?”
    “Ask away.” He leaned in the doorway and crossed his arms.
    “You always say you have to spend money to make an investment pay off, but how much is too much?”
    “As long as it pays off in the end, it’s never too much.”
    “How do I know if it’ll pay off?”
    He smiled. “That’s the beauty of the gamble.”
    She made a face. “That wasn’t the answer I was looking for.”
    Chuckling, he pushed off the doorframe. “Do you want to walk out with me?”
    “I need to print this contract out.” She sighed as she looked at the total cost of the catering again.
    Scott started to leave, but then he stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Anna, the key to being successful in an investment is to believe in it. If you have doubts from the beginning, chances are it’ll fail. But if you believe in its viability, you’ll find ways to make it succeed.”
    “Is that some sort of New Age guide to investing?”
    He grinned. “Don’t knock it. It works. Don’t stay too late.”
    Scott’s words played in her head after he left. Find ways to make it succeed .
    “Okay.” Anna nodded decisively and hit print on the contract. “I’m doing it.”
    Because winning Max back wasn’t going to happen by sitting in her office wallowing over money, she took the contract, signed it, and stuck it in a manila folder. She was hand delivering it.
    She arrived at Spark late. Perfect timing. It was after the dinner rush, and he’d be more inclined to take a moment to sit with her.
    He was standing over a table, hands behind his back, chatting amicably with one of his customers. The moment she walked in, his gaze lifted to hers, even as he still talked to his patrons. He smiled at them and then headed her way.
    Her pulse sped up and her stomach fluttered in anticipation. She smoothed her skirt and walked toward him.
    “Anna,” Max said simply.
    She melted. But somehow she managed to keep her spine straight, reaching into her handbag to pull out the folder that held the contract. “I wanted to bring the contract back to you.”
    He accepted the folder. “You didn’t have to deliver it. You could have emailed or faxed it back.”
    “I was in the neighborhood,” she lied. The Mission was one of the farthest neighborhoods from her apartment in Laurel Heights.
    “Come have a drink. I need to check on the kitchen and then I will return.” With a hand on her back, he guided her toward an empty seat at the bar.
    She could feel his hand on her back, his fingers caressing.
    Did she imagine it? She glanced over