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waited to hear back from Lance. She’d sent the proofs back an hour before, but hadn’t heard anything. The knock at the door made her jump. She swiveled in her chair.
    “Come in.”
    Nate poked his head into her office. “Hey, I have those numbers for the Super Bowl commercial.”
    “Oh, wonderful. Thank you.” Debra wiped her hands and took the folder from him. She flipped through the numbers and nodded at each of the totals. They were right on with the estimates, so she signed it off and handed back the folder. “These are great. Pass them on and we’ll see what they say.”
    “Thanks. I wasn’t sure the studio would cave on the fees, but we managed to convince them it was a good idea. Looks like the filming could start next Monday if they approve it.”
    Debra smiled up at him. “Perfect. Was there anything else you needed?”
    “Nope. Not unless you know of an apartment. The frozen pipes cracked and flowed into the apartment below, and of course, we’re getting blamed for it.” Nate sighed. “I knew I should’ve moved out when I had the chance.”
    “I’m sorry. Maybe my old apartment is still available. It’s not the best, but it’s better than what you have now.” Debra grabbed a scrap of paper and wrote out a number. “Here’s my landlord’s name. Play nice and he’ll be putty in your hands.”
    Nate smirked and took the note from Debra. “I always play nice. Thanks for this. I owe you.”
    “We’ll see what you think after you check out the place.” She laughed as he grinned and left the office. Her phone rang, so she picked it up. “Silver Script Ad Agency. Debra speaking.”
    “Debra? Hi, this is Lance.” The deep, rich voice sent thrills through Debra, making her forget how to speak for a moment.
    “Hey, Lance. Is there something I can do for you?” She cringed at the formality, but she had no clue what else to say. Socializing at a party was totally different than talking on the phone at work. She pushed away the nervousness. He was a client, and she had sent him some mockups to look through. That was it.
    There was a short silence before Lance spoke again. “These ads look fantastic. I wondered if you would like to get some dinner while we talk about some options for the commercial.”
    Debra jerked and pulled her phone away from her to stare at it. Had he just asked her out? No, it was just a business dinner. She fought down the excitement. She could cheer once she figured out what was going on. “Of course. What time works for you?”
    “Well, I just finished up what I needed to get done for tonight and thought maybe we could go in the next half hour or so.” He paused. “Unless you need more time.”
    Debra glanced at the classifieds on her computer. “That’s great. I’ll collect my things. Do you have anything in mind for a restaurant?”
    “Nothing fancy. Somewhere low-key where we can talk easily. I’ll meet you at the agency and we can figure something out. How does that sound?”
    “Perfect. I’ll look around for some places in the area.” Debra pulled up a list of restaurants nearby. She didn’t eat out much, but Erin did. Maybe she’d have a recommendation.
    “Wonderful. I’ll see you in a few.” Lance hung up and Debra set her phone on the cradle.
    Elation, giddiness, and nervousness warred in Debra’s stomach. It was just a business meeting. That’s it. She could do this. Thoughts of the dance that night and the feel of his arms around her overpowered the attempt to remain calm. She stood and pulled open the cupboard where she kept a small mirror, brush, and makeup. It was important to look good for the clients who came into the office, and tonight she was thankful for it. She touched up her makeup and brushed through her hair.
    “Hey, Debra? I have those—wait, do we have a meeting I don’t know about?” Erin stood in the doorway with wide eyes.
    Debra set down the brush and turned, her face burning. “No. I’m going to a business