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touch Taylor in such a commanding way.  His hand did not belong on
the small of her back, and he had just met her.
    Anderson exited the men’s room adjacent to where Dillon was
standing.  Wiping his hands on a paper towel, he asked.  “Dillon, were you able
to reach with your fiancée to meet us for dinner and celebrate?”
    Dillon rolled his eyes as the heavy door slammed shut. 
Sighing, he tried to muster a smile. “Yes, Anderson, I did reach her.  She will
meet us at the restaurant.”
    Anderson put his arm around Dillon’s shoulder. “Let’s go. 
We’ll have a few drinks before the ladies arrive switching us to tea for the
remainder of the night.”
    “Good. I could definitely use a couple of stiff drinks about
now.”

                                                                                                                                                          Chapter 2                 
    Four Weeks Later
    The high heels of Taylor’s shoes clicked as she ran
across the wet pavement of the parking lot dodging heavy raindrops.  She and
Mario had been together almost every night after work since he’d started four
weeks ago.  Tonight she was cooking dinner for the two of them.
    Taking a shopping cart from the rack, she hurried inside
the grocery store to get the ingredients for Chicken Alfredo.  She hurried
through the store throwing items in the cart.  It was after 6:00pm when she
left work, and she’d invited him over at 9:00pm for a late dinner.
    She lingered in the imported wine section mulling what to
get.  Her choice of drink was Jack Daniels and Coke, and he drank imported
tequilas.  Neither of those went with her menu.  She picked a bottle of
chardonnay and put it in the cart. Reaching for a second, she shrugged her
shoulders. I should get more than one the night could be long .
    At the bakery, she reached for a fresh loaf of homemade
garlic bread and changed her mind. 
    Hmm, garlic on a date….nah .  She put it back and
got a rustic loaf of Italian bread instead.
    Heading to the checkout, she passed an aisle that caught
her attention.  Looking around no one was behind her as she looked at the
different styles and options for condoms.  Leave it to the grocery store to put
condoms in the same aisle as baby and feminine products. A subconscious
reminder as what an impulsive night of passion could cause.
     She and Mario had not had sex or even approached the
subject but with two bottles of wine, anything was possible.  A ‘be
prepared’ philosophy crossed her mind.  She was not ready to be anyone’s
mother.
    Taking a box of standard size instead of being presumptuous
and grabbing the magnums, she tossed them in the cart and headed for the
self-check register.  The registers manned by cashiers had shorter lines but
the condoms, though it showed responsibility; it embarrassed her somewhat.
    Taylor paid for the grocery, piled the bags in the back
of her Lexus, and headed home to cook.  A smile crossed her face as she
daydreamed about Mario.  He was brilliant, and she loved watching his mind work
legal strategies.  Besides that, he was easy to get along with.  She and Dillon
would sometimes butt heads when it came to decisions causing a third-party to
come in and settle the dispute.  With Mario, he would point the several reasons
why a particular strategy would or would not work and, together they would
reach a solution.
    Then there were the other benefits of working with him. 
He smelled so damn good.  His favorite cologne was Burberry Touch, and it made
her want to touch him often.  She would find herself touching his arms or
shoulder or brushing against him.  She didn’t know if that was the marketing
idea behind the cologne, but it definitely worked.
    She cracked the window to cool her libido and