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    “ So how’s the cocktail mixer coming along?” he asked, his fingers still playing with her hair. “Last I heard, Noah said you had some heavy hitters lined up. That’s pretty awesome. The last coordinator we had for these things wasn’t nearly as successful at getting this kind of stuff together.”
    Nellie smiled , looking up into those usually very sensual eyes. They now looked genuinely pleased. They’d done little talking during their previous steamy encounters. And of what little they had done, zero of it was personal. Now he seemed ready to chat.
    “ Are you ready for your drinks?” The waiter asked from the other side of the curtain.
    “ Yes, we are.” Abel replied.
    The waiter opened the curtain and set down Nellie ’s glass of wine first then Abel’s rum and Diet Coke. “Are you two ready to order, or would you like some more time?”
    Nellie and Abel hadn ’t even opened their menus. “We’re gonna need a little more time,” Abel said as his fingertips grazed Nellie’s nape ever so softly.
    In an effort to conceal her shivering, s he reached for the menu that still sat unopened in front of her. It was insane how his touch alone could nearly send her over the edge.
    Clearing her throat , she attempted to sound as collected as possible. “Actually, we’re all booked and ready to go. A winery from up north decided to take all the booths left, and they were very generous with their donation. Now it’s up to me to get it all together, and with the budget we have now, it should be a huge success.” She sipped her wine then smiled at him. His eyes hadn’t left hers since he’d asked the question. They twinkled with pleasure, and his eyebrows were now raised in reaction. “I’m very excited about it. It’s what I was working on when you dropped by today.”
    Abel smiled big now as she lifted her glass to her lips, making her gulp down the wine harder than she ’d anticipated. The man she not too long ago referred to as a boy because of their age difference was absolutely a man in every sense of the word and a beautiful one at that. How in the world had she scored getting this man in her bed? He was eye candy for crying out loud!
    He lifted his glass in the air. “Well, that’s awesome,” he said as she lifted her own glass again. “I say this is cause for a celebration.” They clinked their glasses together and each took a drink. “Does Noah know yet?”
    Nellie nodded. “He should. I told Roni about it on my way home today, and she said she would tell him.”
    Glad that talking about the cocktail mixer was not a personal subject , she filled him on some of the details and plans she had for it. He listened intently, at times unnerving her when his eyes would leave hers and make their way down to her lips, staying there a little too long. He’d smirk every time he noticed that she lost her train of thought because of this but didn’t comment.
    By the time they ’d ordered and their food had arrived, the subject had moved on from the mixer to his upcoming fight. As much as she noticed he tried to downplay it, she knew this was huge. If he won, he’d be up there with such heavyweight greats as Holyfield, Foreman, even Muhammad Ali.
    “ The guys over at 5 th Street and I were talking the other day, and we planned on having this conversation with you together, but I don’t see any harm in me bringing it up now.”
    Nellie tilted her head, stopping her fork just before she brought it to her mouth. They were long past any conversation about the cocktail mixer , but aside from that, she couldn’t imagine what else he and the 5 th Street guys would want to talk to her about. Roni hadn’t mentioned anything either.
    There was a moment of what felt like uncomfortable silence on his part , but Nellie waited without saying a word as he wiped his mouth and took another drink of his rum and Diet Coke.
     

 
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    Abel was not about to admit it to anyone , but the idea of