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I'd drive him, but it’s out of the way for me and on the way to your house." Paul turned pleading eyes first to her, then to Jack, and back to Shakira.
    "I’ll do it," she sighed.  
    "You’ll do what? Is there a problem? You’re still going with us, aren't you?" Alex asked, suspicious.  
    "I'm sorry. I'll have to take a rain check. Jack hurt his knee and can't drive. I'm the only one who lives in the same direction."
    Jack limped up and angled himself so Shakira didn’t see the lopsided smirk he aimed at Alex, before turning to her.   "I don't want to spoil your plans. Go with your friends. I’ll call a cab." He hobbled to a nearby chair and pulled his cell phone out.
    Alex read Shakira’s guilty expression when Jack suggested she "go with her friends,” but he couldn’t say anything without sounding unsympathetic.  
    "No, I'll drive you." Shakira looked apologetic at Alex and shrugged. "Sorry."
    "Not a problem, take your friend home. It’s obvious the pain is too much for him to endure," Alex said, straight faced. "Miranda tells me you're an attorney. If you have time on your schedule, I’ll come by your office late Monday afternoon. I have a legal matter to discuss with you. We’ll go to dinner afterward." He slid his fingers up and down the length of hers in slow, soft strokes.
    Shakira leaned closer. "Monday afternoon is fine."  
    "Till then." Alex brushed his lips along the back of her knuckles and smiled against her warm skin. "Allow me to assist your friend to the car. Fortunately, I am blessed with both good health and strength." He extended his hand to Jack and said in a solicitous voice, "You can lean on me."
    "I can make it to the car on my own," Jack snapped, and stood. He took three steps before remembering to limp.
     
     
     
    Chapter Five
 
 
    Four o'clock and Alex hadn't arrived. Shakira scrutinized the male pedestrians on the street below. She was not watching for Alex but people watching.
    The three outfit changes that morning didn’t have anything to do with him either. She’d discarded the combination of tailored navy blue suit and standard oxford shirt . “ Too masculine and too conservative,” she said, consulting with her reflection. Next came the black double-breasted suit with the high necked, white silk blouse. “I look like a penguin.” The fact she’d worn the suit a dozen times and never been compared to a penguin made little difference.
    Finally, she went with an elegant khaki green suit with a Mandarin collar. The edge of her pale gold blouse peeked out over the collar's stiff top. The color dulled the peaches and cream complexion of most English women. The difficult shade enhanced Shakira’s olive skin. Why not exploit the advantage?
    She wore her hair in her usual French braid. Except today, she'd nestled two ornate faux tortoise combs on the sides. She was rearranging them again when her secretary, Kristin, flew into the room.
    Kristin shut the door and hurried over to Shakira’s desk. “Guess who’s here to see you?”
    “Al--”
    "Alex Lancaster, the same Alex Lancaster who’s in Hello Magazine all the time. I hope he signs on with the firm.” Kristin patted her hair, touched her stomach, and licked her lips in quick succession. "I wouldn't mind seeing more of him and in more ways than one." Her brows lifted high as she shared a meaningful woman-to-woman look.
    The firm specialized in entertainment law. Over the years, Kristen saw dozens of famous people. It wasn’t like her to be overly impressed with anyone.
    "Show him in..." Shakira made a flipping motion with her hand in Kristen’s direction. "And for heaven's sake compose yourself. He's a music producer, not some movie star," Shakira said, smoothing her hair.
    "Oh, he could star in a movie with me anytime." Kristen muttered as she opened the door. "Please come in, Mr. Lancaster."
    He took three strides, stopped, and looked Shakira up and down. "You're quite the chameleon. Every time I see you, you