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had just started to subside and she brought on the skimpy lingerie. Swallowing, he scanned the contents of her bag and tried to keep his voice level when he spoke. “Did you want the white lacy one on top or should I dig deeper for a different one?”
    When he glanced back, he saw her face had flushed bright red, her eyes were squeezed shut, and she leaned her forehead against the doorjamb, looking as if she hoped the floor might open up and swallow her whole. “The white one is fine, thanks.”
    The humor of the situation got to him and he hooked the bra up by a strap and strolled over to her. He couldn’t help grinning impishly when she opened her eyes. “I could make so many very suggestive remarks right now.”
    “I’m glad you can restrain yourself, Walsh.” She stuck her tongue out at him and snatched the bit of lace out of his hand, slamming the door closed while he laughed. He heard her giggling, and the sound was sweet.
    At least that had broken any tension there might have been after making out. A little equilibrium was good. She stepped from the bathroom fully dressed—a shame, but better for his sanity—and forked her fingers through her hair to loosen the curls.
    “Okay, food,” she said. “Should we see if anybody else is free or just go by ourselves?”
    Far more than he should, he liked that she spoke of them as a unit. That was what he wanted out of this week. He just had to play his cards right. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket and sent a text to Anne. Did you guys have lunch already? Meg’s clean and we’re starving.
    Her reply came back a moment later, making his phone vibrate. We’re fed. Got dragged down the Strip. Go eat! Meg wanted that Bobby Flay place.
    Meg came and peered over his shoulder. “Yeah, Mesa Grill. I looked into reviews of nice restaurants after Anne talked me into coming along. Right now, I don’t care about nice. I just want food.”
    His phone vibrated again. Another text from Anne. Be good to my girl or I’ll kick your ass!
    “My friends are as subtle as a sledgehammer.” Snorting, Meg went to pick up her purse and hooked it over her shoulder.
    He chuckled and typed in a quick reply to Anne as he followed Meg out the door. Duly noted on the ass kicking. Meet us at check-in at 4?
    They rode the elevator to the ground floor and Anne gave him the green light for meeting. Good, he had a couple of hours alone with Meg. This couldn’t have worked out more perfectly if he’d planned it. “Anne will meet us at registration at four to get your room. There’s not a huge rush now, is there?”
    “No.” She grinned, slapping a hand over her growling stomach. “The only rush is for lunch.”
    They had to weave their way through the slot machine strobe lights, the cheering and booing at the card tables. They kept going and passed under a strange indoor floating barge with what he thought might be Cleopatra’s head carved into the prow, but eventually they found the Mesa Grill. Luckily, there was no wait for a table. Their server brought them bread and they dove on it like ravenous animals.
    “Oh, man.” Meg sighed. “This is either the best thing I’ve ever eaten or I’m famished. Could be both.”
    The bread was in tiny rolls rather than a single loaf, and every little nugget was a different flavor. He popped one into his mouth. It had a coarse corn bread consistency with a kick of jalapeno pepper. Nice. “No, it’s pretty damn good bread.”
    “That’s what we like to hear,” said the waiter as he returned to the table, a smile on his face. “Can I answer any questions for you about the menu?”
    “No, I think we’re ready to order.” Meg’s cheeks dimpled when she grinned. “I’ll try the New Mexican spiced pork tenderloin sandwich. With a cactus pear iced tea.”
    “And I’d like the Ancho chile-honey glazed salmon. I’ll take an iced tea too.” Finn handed over his menu.
    “Very good. I’ll bring your drinks right out.” The server