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empty champagne bottles later, Jamie figured she was doing well to remember her own name. She drained the last drop of her last glass and ceremoniously stuck the champagne bottle upside down into the bucket. “I think we've celebrated enough.”
    Jack shook his head. “Oh, no, sister. This is just the beginning. It's time to take this show on the road. Hit the clubs. Really celebrate!”
    “It's Sunday night,” Jamie argued. “Time to really go to bed and sleep.”
    “Oh, you're always the party pooper.”
    Jamie propped her hands on her narrow hips. “I out-partied you on five continents by the time I was eleven. I'm over it, okay?”
    “True, true. We can't all be jet-setting goddesses.” Jack tossed his head back and smiled devilishly. “ButI've been doing my fair share of catching up.” He turned, swung Ree into his arms, and spun into a deep dip that he'd practiced on Jamie earlier in the evening. “What say I take you out and make all my straight friends jealous?”
    “I say you have a date.” Ree turned to Marta. “Come with us. Come on!”
    Marta shook her head. “I've got a million things to do before we open tomorrow.”
    Jamie shook her head. “Oh, no, you don't. It will probably be quiet in here tomorrow, which is good since I'll regret that last glass of champagne, around seven A.M. when I wake up with a pounding headache. You'll have plenty of time to bury yourself in the back office while I tend shop. Go on. Or I'll make Jack annoy you until you say yes.”
    Jack shot her a mock wounded look but turned to Marta expectantly.
    She sighed, then shocked them all by shrugging and nodding. “What the heck. Sure.” She straightened her shoulders, as if going into battle. And for the seriously nonsocial member of their group, it likely seemed that way to her. “But I have to be home by midnight.”
    “Sure thing, Cinderella,” Jack said. “We truly can't con you into joining us, cuz?” he asked Jamie.
    Jamie was tempted, if for no other reason than to bolster Marta's commitment. But Ree could handle that. After all the frivolity and consumption of adult beverages during the past hour or so, Jamie realized she'd actually forgotten what had transpired in the attic earlier.
    She wanted to tell them about it, but what exactly would she say? If it had been a joke from Jack, he'd have been bursting to share a laugh over it. No, she wanted to do a bit more exploring before she said anything.
    If she ever did. It all seemed hazy and unreal now.
    “I'm beat, and I have to find a way to blow some of that heat out of the upstairs so I don't swelter all night. Although maybe sweating the champagne out of me isn't such a bad idea.”
    “I already have a call in to the repairman and a note in my Day-Timer to follow that up first thing in the morning. Of course, that expense will set us back another—”
    “Say good night, Cinderella.” Ree took Marta's arm firmly in hand and steered her toward the front door. She grinned and waved back at Jamie. “You may owe me for this!”
    And with a bang of the door and a clang of the brass bell attached to the handle, the shop was suddenly empty.
    Jamie looked from the door to the rear stairwell, then back at the front door … and had the fleeting urge to run after them.
    But she didn't. Instead, she sat back down at one of the café tables and tugged apart another chunk of sticky roll. She groaned as she chewed. Damn, but that girl could cook.
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t have to worry about racing again.
The boat would sink. The grueling pace of racing hydroplanes burned calories in a way that the grueling pace of selling books did not. She'd have to figure out something. Because she was not giving up eating. New Orleans might be hellishly hot and humid, but the food more than made up for it.
    She licked her fingers and looked around the shop. It was an incredible piece of architecture. It had first been an apothecary, then—with many renovations along