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something she said. “Verge of divorce.”
Were we really that far gone? I didn’t feel we were. Was I missing
something? Was the vacation a temporary fix and next week we’ll be
back to being roommates? My heart sank at the thought. I loved my
husband. The way he looked at me as he spoke about the things he
loved put a smile on my face.
    At the end of the session, we thanked her and
made our way home. Daniel had come straight from work so we rode in
separate cars. I pulled up next to him at the light, and the
memories of our first meeting came rushing back.
    I dodged in an out traffic on my way for an
appointment. With the delays from rush hour traffic on I85, I was
running late. As soon as I had an open break, I pushed down on the
gas pedal and jumped off the exit. My business had taken a hit by
the economy but this potential client would make a big difference.
The family owned most of the casinos in North Carolina, Illinois,
and Ohio. Due to my expertise, one of my high-paying individual
clients had put in a referral.
    “ Hey, buddy, the light’s green!
Freaking go!” I screamed to the guy driving the car in front of me
as I blew my horn to get his attention.
    The car didn’t move. I whipped into the left
lane to try and go around him. The light turned back red, and I
fumed. I turned my head to face the driver and give him the death
stare. To my surprise, he smiled.
    “ I don’t know what the heck you’re
smiling at.”
    The light turned green again. I pushed on the
gas, put a little distance between us, then moved back into the
right lane in order to make my turn into the parking garage. Within
a few moments, I parked my car and was off to my destination. I
followed the signs for the entrance into the W Hotel and made my
way on the elevator. Just as the door was closing, a hand slid in
and popped them back open. It was the guy who refused to drive. I
rolled my eyes and moved over, giving us space.
    “ You look really nice.” He leaned
his body against the back wall. The spicy scent of his cologne
filled the small space.
    “ Thanks.” Why couldn’t he be like
most people in an elevator and say nothing?
    The elevator dinged at the lobby. He held his
hand out and allowed me to walk first. I nodded my thanks and speed
walked to the bar area of the restaurant. I hated meetings in hotel
restaurants but did so to accommodate my clients. Not seeing the
older gentleman who I’d communicated via Skype with, I took a seat
at the bar and ordered a ginger ale.
    “ Mind if I join you?” The
non-driver’s hazel eyes were on me.
    “ I’m not going to be here long, but
sure, why not?”
    “ Daniel.” He extended his hand
after taking a seat on the barstool next to me.
    Our hands connected, his large hand covering my
small one, and I felt a slight electric charge. I withdrew my
fingers and sat them on the bar. “Jennifer, and I’m waiting on some
people to arrive for a meeting.”
    “ That will explain why you look so
nice.”
    Was he flirting with me? I gave him the
once over. Dark brown hair, so dark it almost looked black. Nice
white straight teeth. Beard—low but hadn’t been trimmed up that
morning and was a contrast to the business suit he wore. He had a
sexy rugged look about him, even if he was shorter than I
preferred. Outside of eye color and height, he resembled Paul
Walker. Secretly I’d been a huge Fast and Furious fan and had a
crush on Paul Walker for years.
    “ Thank you.”
    “ What time is this
meeting?”
    I looked at the clock on the bar wall. “Five
minutes ago.”
    “ And may I ask with
whom?”
    He was being a bit nosey, but I answered
anyway. Not like I had much else to do. “A Mr. Whitman.”
    “ Owner of all the casinos? He used
to be with Mr. Trump, didn’t he?”
    “ That would be him.”
    He shook his head. “Oh, he can’t make
it.”
    I took a sip off my ginger ale. “And you would
know because?”
    “ Because I was sent to fill in for
him. I saw your picture off your