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his wallet out.
    “Leaving already?” Trevor asked, surprised but clearly okay with that.
    “Bye, Mitch.” Kerri gave him an absent wave. Not even an attempt to convince him to stay a little longer.
    “Yeah,” Mitch said, feeling like no one was listening. “I’ve got a date tonight, so I better head out.” He dropped some bills on the table to cover his tab and with a lift of his hand and a tight smile, he left the patio.
    Mitch walked down State Street in the evening sunshine, oblivious to the rush hour traffic and throngs of people ending the business week. Tourists crowded the sidewalks, meandering in and out of the shops and restaurants lining the street. Two blocks down and around the corner he arrived at his office, in an older Spanish-style building just off State Street. He’d left his car parked in the lot reserved for partners of Campbell, Chapman, Markewich.
    He could go into the office and do some work for a few hours, since he didn’t really have a date. Kerri hadn’t even asked about that. Normally, she’d want to know all the details, but Trevor had obviously been distracting her.
    He paused outside the office building. He was edgy, wired, his gut tight. He changed his mind about working. He’d find something else to fill his Friday night. He thumbed the button of his keyless remote and unlocked the door of his SUV. He’d call one of his other buddies and see what was going on. Maybe they’d get some food, find a game on TV to watch or something.

Chapter Four
    Kerri couldn’t believe how lucky she was. The first guy Mitch had set her up with, and just look at him! Tall, well-built, handsome and obviously successful from how he talked about his work and the deal he’d just closed. And he seemed interested in her, too. She’d seen the look on his face as she approached the table. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen that look before; she knew she was reasonably attractive. But she’d been out of the world of dating and flirting for so long, she’d forgotten how much fun it was.
    She smiled at Trevor warmly over her second beer—ugh. Beer wasn’t her favorite beverage but she wanted to make a good impression.
    “So how about if we go somewhere for dinner?” Trevor was saying.
    Yes!
    “We could head down to the Wharf…”
    “Sounds good,” she said. “But I came straight from work…I wouldn’t mind going home to change quickly.”
    “Yeah, me too.” His business suit and tie looked good on him, though. “I’ll pick you up at your place in about an hour? That okay?”
    “Absolutely.” She picked up her purse and gave him the address of her condo on the Mesa. She practically danced out of the bar and over to where she’d locked her bike. This was going really well.
    She cycled home, quickly showered and changed into jeans and a pretty top, exchanging her Nikes for heels. She touched up her makeup, although all she usually wore was a bit of eye shadow and lip gloss, and was just tucking her cell phone into her purse when Trevor rang her doorbell.
    “Nice place,” he said, checking it out.
    “Thanks.” She picked up her keys. “I bought it last year. It’s pretty small, but it’s okay for me.”
    “Real estate is pricy here, but this is a cute little place.”
    She locked the door behind them. “Cool car.” Her eyes swept over the gleaming blue Porsche 911 parked in front of her place.
    “Thanks,” he said. “Eighty-five grand.”
    “Uh…really.” Okay, she knew Porsches were pricy; he didn’t have to tell her how much he’d spent. But financial success was a good thing, she reminded herself.
    They drove down to Cabrillo Boulevard, followed it along the beach and turned onto the wharf, the wheels of the car bumping over the wooden planks. Trevor pulled up in front of the restaurant and stopped, got out and opened her door for her, then tossed the keys to the valet. He led her into the cool, dim restaurant. “Should we sit inside or would you like to go up to the