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time is really what I want after looking into those chocolate eyes and feeling that jolt throughout my body.
    Just as we are about to get into the taxi, I realize I left my bag by the table. “Lana, what’s gotten into me? I’ve left my yellow bag at our table. You go ahead.” Walking back to the restaurant, I find the table has been cleared and set for the next customers. Quickly looking around, I don’t see it anywhere. I ask our server of which she knows nothing about it. Her answer just sends me into a mini rant. “Great! Just great. That was an expensive bag. Well expensive for me, at least.”
    “You can leave your name and number in case it turns up, Mam.” Thank goodness it didn’t have my laptop in it.

Chapter 4
    “Sir, is something wrong?” I must have frowned when I sat down causing him to ask me a trivial question that he knows I hate. No, Nash I’m fine even better now that Johnson is gone. Where did he disappear to?”
    Nash and Jeffery look at each other and then sit there for just a moment, finally Nash responded. “He received a call just after he sat back down. Something about being needed back at the office.”
    “That’s interesting that someone at the office would call him away from a lunch with the company’s owner. Someone back there has balls.” I couldn’t help a grin from forming on my face, “How fortunate for us boys. How fortunate for us.” Looking from one to the other with neither indicating they had made that happen, “Thanks guys. You two know how to make my problems disappear, don’t you?”
    “That would be why you pay us the big bucks, Boss Man.”
    “I noticed a frown when you sat back down, was there a specific reason?”
    No Jeff, no reason. Pointing to the front of the room, something under that table caught my eye as I was returning. I was focused on it. No doubt, something someone left behind.”
    Nash quickly looked around. “Where? I’ll check it.” Returning, with what appeared to be a woman’s laptop bag, Jeff couldn’t contain the harassment that I saw brewing as Nash sat the bag on the seat beside him.
    “Hey Nash, I know expert bomb technicians like you can work in any situation.”
    Smiling and nodding his head, Nash proudly punching out his chest, “Yes, I can, Jeff.”
    “Like I was trying to say before I was rudely interrupted, if that bag you sat down has a bomb in it and you brought it back to this table, I’m going to give you the beating of your life after it’s diffused, little brother.”
    “Dumbass, do you think I would bring it back to this table if it had a bomb in it? Especially, if Houston and I are seated here. Now if it was just you, I might consider it.”
    Shaking my head at the two of them, I am always amazed at the bickering they do. I know ninety-nine percent of the crap they throw at each other is just that, crap. “Sometimes, I don’t mind this girl fighting you two do but today it’s getting on my nerves. Just shut it up.”
    I caught Nash winking at Jeff. Just about the time Jeff said, “The big man has spoken. Those of us that don’t sit in the back of the car, and wear five thousand dollar suits have received the message loud and clear.”
    With a twinkle in my eye, I responded, “If you don’t stop talking, you may find yourself without a job, old man.”
    “Old man, I am not that much older than you. I’m thirty-eight so that makes you what? Thirty-four. Old man, my ass.”
    Just as we were finishing our meal, they started at each other again. Jeff pointed at the bag sitting beside Nash, “You know, that shade of yellow is your color. I especially like that patterned scarf you’ve tied onto it. That print is fabulous.”
    Nash responds to that snide little comment with a scowl. “Funny Jeff, very funny. If I didn’t know you had a wife that loves to drag you to fashion week when we are in New York, I might be just a little concerned as to why you used the term fabulous , with that particular tone of