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the counter and reach for my purchases.
    “Thanks for the special ice cream Eileen, gotta run. Nice seeing you again, Mr. Brand . ” I try like hel not to dash for the door, only to find him holding it open for me.
    “Thank you,” I mumble, trying to push past him as he snatches the bags from my hands.
    “Allow me.”
    “What a gentleman,” I hear Eileen say as we step outside and almost lose the fight not to roll my eyes.
    “I can manage.” I motion to the bags, succeeding in bringing back that condescending little smirk.
    “I seem to remember you having a problem holding onto a comb yesterday. These are considerably heavier and much messier if dropped.”
    Every muscle tightens. It was his fault I dropped my comb. Not that it matters to him. Taking a deep breath, I walk to my car and point to the back seat.
    “You can put them there.”
    With a low whistle, he stands back, taking in the car. There’s a momentary flash of pride.
    “She’s something, isn’t she?” I run my fingers across the hood, on the way around to the driver side.
    He nods carefully placing the bags in the nugget gold interior.
    “1969, right?” he asks, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
    “Yep.” I feel like a schoolgirl seeing him eye the license plate. I usually laugh at those who don’t get it, but something about the way he stares, makes I LUV 69 churn up dirty little pictures. The kind that cause cheeks to burn and legs to turn to rubber. Clearing my throat, I turn toward his bike.
    “You own some pretty impressive wheels yourself.”
    Tearing himself from my pale yellow ride, he nods, grasping one of the handlebars, a cross between fondness and excitement. Sleek and shapely, a deep, rich red, not burgundy, not blood red, somewhere in between. My stomach growls breaking the silence and we both laugh.
    “I should get going, but it’s nice seeing you again.” I slide in behind the wheel.
    He gives me one of those diamond-dust-dazzlers of a smile. “My pleasure as always.”
    I watch as he gracefully mounts that beautiful machine, only starting my own when he pulls from the driveway.
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
    The four and a half star celebration starts with dinner at Basement Brews, the local brewpub. Just as suggested by the name the beer is brewed in the basement.
    Everyone is dressed to the nines. Even Jenny, clearly uncomfortable under all the hair spray and eyeliner—Nyssa’s obvious influence—but too polite to say anything. Nyssa can carry the look, or maybe we’re just used to big hair, false lashes and thick eyeliner. According to Rey, she hasn’t changed her look since the 60’s, when she dated the King. Contrary to popular belief, it’s rumored he fashioned his Un wife after Nyssa, not his mother.
    With a bow and sweeping motion of his arm, Rey holds the door for us, the courtly gesture lost when he proclaims us his harem. His lowered head bounces off the door as Dara’s elbow connects.
    The hostess immediately escorts us to our table.
    “That was fast, even with a reservation I expected to wait on a Saturday night.” I slide into the booth next to Dara.
    “Only the best for our four and a half star salon,” she says with a wink, passing out the menus. “The boss also said the first round is on him. Your server will be with you shortly.”
    Shortly? More like the snap of your fingers.
    “Hi, my name is Tina and I’ll be your server tonight.”
    “Hi Tina, I’m Rey and I’ll be your customer tonight, and your date when you get off work.”
    A collective groan is released and Nyssa sticks a finger down her throat as we watch Rey grasp little Tina’s hand and kiss it.
    Tina swats him on the head with her pad and chuckles as he lets go. “I’ve already been warned about you by the other waitresses. Now what can I get you all to drink?”
    She efficiently scribbles down our order and hustles to the bar. This girl probably rakes in the tips, turning over tables faster