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wear it?  It’s not exactly restaurant attire.”
    “Well, you would wear it for the man lucky enough to find you in his bedroom.  It never hurts to be prepared.”
                Emma laughed, then tossed the nightie on top of her other purchases.  It was, she decided, a productive shopping trip.
     
    ***
                  “Christ, you look amazing.”  Norah studied Emma.  “I like your hair like that; it just kind of curls around your shoulders in a sexy way.”
                  Emma smiled.  “I feel a little foolish,” she admitted.  “I’ve never dressed this way before.  Even the clothes Ryan bought me were more conservative.”
                  “You should do it more often.  You will do it more often,” Norah corrected as she inspected her own image.  Her pale pink dress left one shoulder bare and her hair was swept into a loose chignon.  “Let’s go find a hot guy for you to fall into bed with.  I really, really think sex is what you need before you completely bounce back.”
                  “Jesus, Norah, I’m not going to’ fall into bed’ with someone I just met.”
                  Norah rolled her eyes.  “I know that, Emma.  But you have to stop being so afraid.  You can at least meet men who make you think about sex.”
                  Emma expelled a breath as they stepped into the elevator.  “What the hell,” she said with a laugh.  “Meeting men I can handle.  Maybe I’ll even meet one who makes me think about sex.”
                  “Now you’re talking!  Let’s party.”
                  Tristan’s was a new nightclub that was gaining a reputation for star sightings.  It boasted a polished wooden dance floor with a disco ball mounted above it, a stage for live music, and booths and tables scattered throughout.  The owners were always discreet and willing to help someone who may have had too much to drink.  It had been highly recommended to Norah by Dawn Southgate.
    Emma and Norah entered and stood for a
    minute as their eyes adjusted to the dim lighting.  Norah spotted an empty corner booth and dragged Emma towards it as the band took a break and the DJ put a record on.
                  The music was a hot, pulsating beat that stirred Emma’s blood.  She loved to dance.  She grinned and swayed her body to the music.  Emma ordered a dirty martini while Norah decided on the house red.  Several men took notice of the pretty brunette in the short blue dress.
                  “You look happy,” Norah told her as they sipped their second round of drinks.
                  “I am.  I want to dance,” Emma decided.  “I’m going to ask someone to dance.”
                  Norah raised an eyebrow.  “Feeling better about ourselves, are we?  That’s great.  Who do you have in mind?”
                  Emma gazed around the club and shrugged.  “I’m not sure yet.”
                  “Look over there,” Norah subtly pointed at a tall blond man lounging against the wall by the door.  “That’s a fine specimen of manhood.  Ask him.”
                  “Hmmm.”  She thought for a second, and then nodded. “OK, wish me luck.”  Emma stood and walked purposely toward him.  As she drew closer his bold green eyes looked her up and down and he smiled.
                  “Looking for me, darling?”  His low voice sounded amused.
    “Would you like to dance?” Emma asked as she stopped in front of him.
                  “Sweetheart, I would be stupid to turn down a beautiful woman.  James Wyley,” he introduced himself as he took her hand and led her to the dance floor.
                  “Emma Payne.”  She laughed as he spun her
    around before settling her in his arms.  The song was fast paced and Emma grinned as she