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way, how did you get him? He was at one of my
tables."
    "A stroke of good fortune," Amber said as she arched a brow.
"I guess."
    "No shit, it’s a stroke of good fortune." She shook her
head. "I didn’t even see him come in. And the hostess didn’t
tell me I had someone at my table. It was like he just appeared. By the time I
noticed him you were already taking his order." Rachael pressed her lips
together firmly and then nodded. "I think fate had a huge hand in it,
too."
    "Yes, fate," she repeated quietly. It was odd at how well that
seemed to fit their situation.
    "Now, tell me what the heck happened over there."
    Amber expelled another long sigh as she mentally relived the encounter.
"It was amazing. He was amazing." She shook her head and smiled so
big it almost hurt. "My head is still reeling. I don’t know if I
can explain it or put it into words but I had this instantaneous sense that I
knew him. Then when we started talking that’s all it took." She
raised both hands and looked heavenward. "I was lost in him."
    "He looked like he was just as lost in you." Rachael’s
long, brown ponytail bounced around wildly as she spoke. "I’ve
never seen a man look at a woman the way he was looking at you." Her hand
fell against her heart. "Seriously, I’d kill to have a man look at
me like that."
    God, she felt like a teenager again. Actually, Amber couldn’t remember
ever feeling like this, not even when she was a teen. "So, I wasn’t
the only one who noticed?"
    "Are you kidding, half the room noticed." Rachael pulled her in
close and spoke under her breath. "You are the envy of every single woman
in here. Trust me I heard some of their comments."
    Amber batted her lashes comically. "Now did you?"
    "I sure did. I wasn’t the only woman in the room that wanted to
eat him up. And if you hadn’t of been so mesmerized by him you would have
seen some of their looks."
    "Could they have killed?" Amber asked with a wicked grin.
    "Girl, you would have been dead."
    "It’s crazy but we had this connection that I’ve never
felt before" She sighed again simply because she couldn’t control
herself. "It was extraordinary and romantic. It was new but old. It
was… Rach, why are you looking at me like that? I know I sound like a
lovesick puppy but it’s true. It was like we were old friends, old
lovers—what? Stop looking at me like that. You said you wanted me to tell
you everything. Well this is it."
    "You don’t know who he is, do you?"
    Amber lifted her shoulders. "He said his name was Logan
Richards."
    Rachael’s head cocked to the side like she was about to reveal something
big. "And do you know who Mr. Richards is?"
    "No, should I? Is he famous?" Her heart began to flutter as her
insides shook. "He looks like he could be. Maybe that’s why he
seems so familiar to me."
    "He’s not movie star famous. He’s entrepreneur famous."
    "Yes, he said he was a businessman but I don’t understand how I
should know him."
    "He is the owner of this restaurant."
    "What?" Amber snapped out as she drew back in surprise.
    Rachael grinned as she continued. "Along with
several others in town. I think he owns a handful of businesses
overseas, too. Though I’m not really sure what they are. I’ve just
heard he’s a big-wig around town but he doesn’t roll with the
social circle."
    "He owns The Pavilion ," Amber said in utter disbelief.
"Are you sure?"
    "I’m positive. In the three years I’ve worked here
I’ve only seen him once. He keeps a low profile and doesn’t come in
here much. Besides, after Mr. Hendricks left your table, he made a mad dash
back to the kitchen to tell the chef that the owner was in the house."
    Amber felt anger and betrayal start to rise as all the information Rachael
was giving her sank in. No wonder why Mr. Hendricks was so indulgent. Jesus,
she must have looked like a fool. Stepping back, she bumped into the wall.
Crossing her arms over her chest protectively, she began shaking her head.
"I can’t