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Macey Taylor just might become one of my favorite pastimes.
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    Finally, we’re closed. I meet Dave and a couple of the girls outside. “Coffee?”
    “Burgers.” Dave rubs his flat stomach.
    “Salad,” I say. “And half a bottle of Jack.”
    “Where are we going?” Callie asks.
    “I invited a couple other people to meet us at IHOP,” Dave says.
    “Ewww,” Tina complains. “Trans fats and preservatives. Animal by-products.”
    I eyeball her nearly anorexic body. “There’s PETA-approved food at IHOP.”
    “Really?”
    She’s so gullible. “We can split a salad.”
    I ride with Dave. The restaurant is packed, but we find an extra-large booth in the back. I order coffee and orange juice, in desperate need of vitamin C.
    “How’d you do tonight?” he asks, counting his own wad of bills.
    “Considering the way my shift started—pretty well.” Seven hundred, to be exact. My regular customers missed me.
    He stares at me. “What’s up, darlin’?”
    “That obvious?”
    “Let’s just say you’re off-kilter.”
    “I broke up with Wesley.”
    His eyebrows furrow. “You gave up the jock, voluntarily?”
    Tears bubble in the corners of my eyes. I can’t stand the way I feel inside—all hollow and empty. “He cheated on me.”
    His lips twitch. “Want me to kick his ass?”
    I feign a smile. Dave might be slim, but he holds Six Sigma Black Belt certification and teaches on the weekends. I shake my head. “Thanks for offering, baby.”
    “Anytime,” he says, cradling my hand. “When’s the next party?”
    I haven’t even considered it yet. I’m a five-star hostess—known for my elaborate celebrations. “Let me check the calendar. I think Monday is bubble-wrap appreciation day.”
    “Where do you come up with this shit?” He laughs.
    “Daysoftheyear.com.” I show him my iPhone screen. “Let’s have a bubble-wrap costume party.”
    “Hmmm.”
    “I’ll allow some cotton.”
    “Dave, Macey…”
    I look up—Joshua Camden is standing at our table. My blood nearly boils as I look at Dave.
    “You showed up, bro.” He slides over so Joshua can sit next to him.
    “Thanks.” Joshua holds up his hand. “I prefer this side.” Without asking, he jams himself onto my bench, nudging me over with his hip. “I like watching who’s coming and going.”
    “Paranoid?” I ask.
    “Careful,” he retorts.
    Half an hour later, Callie and Tina still haven’t showed up. “I’m hungry,” I complain, yawning.
    “Tired?” Joshua asks.
    “I spent twelve hours on an international flight Thursday.”
    Then Dave’s cellphone vibrates; he checks his messages. “Callie has a flat tire—I need to go.” He swallows the last of his coffee. “I can drop you off at the club on my way out.”
    “That would be great,” I say, sliding closer to my uninvited bench mate. “Mind if I get up?”
    “Sure do,” Joshua answers, looking at Dave. “I’ll take Ms. Taylor to her car after we eat breakfast.”
    “Sure thing. Bye, Macey.” He doesn’t even bother asking me if I want to stay—he just leaves.
    Thanks, Dave, I’m stranded. Stuck with a guy who smells divine and wears six-thousand-dollar Italian suits. “You’re calculating, Mr. Camden.”
    He turns sideways so he can see me, wearing a look of complete innocence. “I just thought this would be the perfect opportunity to continue with our conversation.”
    “Conversation?” I repeat. “You ejected me from your office.”
    “After you told me to pull my head out of my ass.”
    A smile forms on my lips. “You deserved it.”
    “Maybe,” he concedes. “But you’ll have to adjust to the new rules, accept my authority.”
    I nearly spit out the water I just swallowed. “Accept your authority? What kind of talk is that?”
    His eyes sparkle. “The truth.”
    I wait to respond until after the waitress takes our order. “Let me guess, you’re a control freak?”
    “Amongst other things,” he says. When he reaches for his water, his