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chair to glance back at the table where the Foxy Four had been sitting.
    “Indeed they do,” Josh added.
    “I envy you men for being able to work with women like that,” Anthony said.
    Jagger watched as the four girls from the office left by way of the back of the restaurant. He wondered for a moment what the sexy redhead did for fun when she wasn’t at work—wondered if she’d give him the time of day if he tried to get her to. She seemed a bit unapproachable—or maybe it was just his own insecurities that made him think she was. He thought of her name as it appeared on her desk plate: Tabitha . It reminded him of the little girl on the old ’60s sitcom Bewitched , and he thought, Oh, yeah, baby! I bet you could bewitch me without even trying, Tabitha Flanders.
    Shaking his head, Jagger silently scolded himself and vowed not to let his own kids, when he had them, watch too much syndicated satellite TV. He had way too much nostalgic trivia in his head.
    “Envy us?” David exclaimed, drawing Jagger’s attention back to his lunch companions. “Anthony…you’re the one who gets to drool over hot college girls all day long, every day!”
    The professor shook his head, smiling. “It’s not the same.”
    “You bet it’s not!” David mumbled. David nodded to Jagger and said, “Can you believe this guy?”
    Jagger just shrugged, distracted by a line of inspiration suddenly running through his mind.
    Jagger pulled a pen from the pocket of his suit coat. Discreetly, he began to scribble on a napkin. He’d forget what he was thinking if he didn’t write it down.
    “Did you forget something for the big meeting this afternoon, man?” Josh asked.
    “Something like that,” Jagger said as he finished scribbling and shoved the napkin into the front pocket of his pants.
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    “No. Seriously, Chloe,” Tabby said into her cell as she walked toward her car after work. “Can you believe that? I mean, really…what are the odds?”
    “Probably a billion to one,” Chloe answered. Tabby thought for a moment how utterly amazing it was that she could talk to her sister when they were hundreds of miles apart.
    “At least a billion!” Tabby giggled.
    “So, let me get this straight,” Chloe began. “Jocelyn is in love with some Latin cliff-diver restaurant-owner guy, who used to work with your hot sales and marketing analyst guy, who was sitting at lunch with some dapper professor from Boston who has Naomi’s heart racing—which in itself is astonishing—who teaches at the same college where Emmy’s soldier went to school?”
    “Exactly!” Tabby confirmed.
    “That’s freaky! I mean…seriously? Did you read your horoscope today? It’s like the planets are wigging out or something! I can’t believe I’m stuck at this training thing and missing all this.”
    “I know, huh?” Tabby said as a gust of spring wind nearly knocked her over.
    “Meanwhile, back at the ranch—literally back at the ranch—I’m still waiting for you to text me a picture of this Jagger Brodie dude!” Chloe said. “Can’t you find one opportunity to just hold up your phone and snap a picture for me? One lousy picture?”
    Tabby rolled her eyes, even though her sister couldn’t see her expression of exasperation.
    “Oh, yeah,” Tabby giggled. “I’m just going to randomly start snapping pictures of him at the office. You’re so dumb, Chloe.”
    “But I’ve got to see him! I’ve got to see this guy who has you so wound up all the time.”
    “He doesn’t have me wound up all the time,” Tabby scolded. “Just most of the time. He’s just…you know…like…it’s like he gives you goose bumps all over, puts butterflies in your stomach, and makes your mouth water all at the same time!”
    “Then I definitely need to see a photo of him.”
    Tabby opened her car door, awkwardly plopped her purse onto the passenger’s seat, and sighed.
    “I’ll try to snap a picture with my phone,” she said. “I don’t know how