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and thanked God for the extra confidence. She had not been expecting to be teamed up with Thor’s distantcousin. Her gold hammered cuff and matching necklace with a teardrop ruby nestled just above her cleavage made several men gaze longingly at the beautiful black woman with the aloof, queenly air about her.
    Stopping at the hostess desk, she caught Riordan’s attention by placing her hand on his wrist. She immediately felt a jolt of energy from that slight touch, and it was only enforced when he turned his eyes on her. The heat in his gaze was almost overwhelming. She was tempted to inch closer and cozy up to his hard, muscled chest. She plastered on a bright smile and tried valiantly to cover the shock to her system while bringing him up to speed as quickly as possible.
    “Hello, Riordan? My name’s Jordan Anderson. It’s a pleasure to meet you. The situation goes as follows: Audra is in the dining room right now dying of curiosity and staring at us. Michael texted me that he was on his way from the airport and is arriving in a few minutes, and you just made it. So, do you have the ring?”
     
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    Riordan’s gaze followed the French-manicured nails, up the lovely café au lait arm, to the full burgundy lips. Well, damn! This evening was most certainly looking up.
    He smiled fully.
    “Enchanted, Ms. Anderson. Michael didn’t tell me Isis herself was assisting us in this romantic scheme. It is most certainly a pleasure.”
    Jordan smirked at the compliment. He was a smooth one, absolutely inaccurate regarding her ancestry but smooth nonetheless.
    “Isis, really? That works for you?” she asked. “Wrong part of Africa, Viking. Try Ala, Nigerian goddess of fertility or Danu, Celtic Goddess and matriarch or perhaps Sakwa Mana, Hopi Goddess of Bounty and Joy. I am a hybrid of all those things. Isis is Egyptian. If you have a preference for Egyptian sisters, I can forward you to a meet-up group that can fulfill your taste for the exotic. Again, do you have the ring? ”
    Riordan drew back in surprise. Did she slash and burn every compliment given to her or just the ones from strange white dudes who were clearly stunned by her statuesque beauty?
    “Forgive me, dejlige hugorm , no offense was meant. I do have the ring. Good guess on my heritage, by the way. You are quite accurate.”
    She glanced back nervously. “Well, Audra has seen you now, and it would be highly out of character for you not to go say hello. I’m sure she’s aware something is up, but we don’t need to blow it totally,” said Jordan, turning her back to Riordan and walking toward the table.
    He stifled a groan of appreciation as his eyes followed the smooth line of her naked back. Three delicate, gold-link chains connected the sides of the backless wet dream of a dress she was wearing and settled above an ass that was big, round, and dead sexy.
    She paused and glanced over her shoulder.
    Riordan stopped up short, close enough to feel the heat off her naked back against his chest.
    “The next time you call me lovely viper in Danish I will have to retaliate in kind, Viking,” she whispered. “Not every woman thinks your sly insults are endearing.”
    His raised brow was all the response she received.
    When they arrived back at the table, Audra stood and hugged Riordan with the enthusiasm of a long-lost brother.
    “Riordan, it’s so lovely to see you. What a wonderful surprise. Do you two know each other? I almost thought Jordan recognized you before I did.”
    “Guess who knew I was in Louisiana and told me you would be here tonight? You guessed it. Mr. Overbearing himself,” teased Riordan, deftly avoiding her question. “What Michael didn’t know was I was going to come to your shop while I was in town to say hello anyway. We’re like family, and what big brother doesn’t come see his pipsqueak little sister when he’s in her city? Never say I didn’t do my fraternal duty!” Riordan finished.
    “Well, I’m glad you swung