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like that.”
    “Teaching in a working kitchen, with a practical knowledge of cooking and the business.” Anna stared off into space, getting excited thinking about it. “That’d be so great.”
    “But it’s not happening.” He sipped from his glass. “I’ve accepted this offer in New York.”
    Yes, but he hadn’t left yet. This gave her something to work with. The challenge was on.
    “What’s that look for?” Max asked suspiciously.
    “Just thinking.”
    He smiled. “Should I be scared?”
    Wary was a more apt word. “I’m just disappointed you’re leaving,” she replied so she wouldn’t tip her hand.
    “You’re not happy for me?”
    “I am, but I’m sad for me.”
    “Why?”
    She looked at him over the rim of her glass. “Do you seriously not know why?”
    He studied her, his gaze raking over her features like he was trying to decipher them. Or maybe he was trying to memorize them.
    She pouted.
    Max chuckled. “You look like an adult, in your dress and fancy shoes, but when your lip does that you look…”
    “Like a child?” she finished for him, making a face.
    “Adorable,” he corrected, sipping his wine. “I have a finalized menu for your party in my office. Shall I show it to you?”
    “Sure.” Especially if it meant they’d be alone.
    He slid off his stool. “Bring your wine.”
    She got off the stool to see the menu for a party she never wanted to have, to get the guy who was moving to New York in two weeks.
    Her brilliance amazed her. Scott would tell her to stay away from investments.
    She followed him to the back, past the kitchen to a little office that was surprisingly tidy. Shoved into a corner was a metal desk, the top clear except for a laptop and a wire bin that held a stack of papers. On the wall, there was a bulletin board with lots of notes and business cards posted. The filing cabinet in the other corner had stacks on top, as did a folding chair next to the desk.
    Max cleared off the chair for her and sat at his desk. “Sit. I have the menu on my computer.”
    She looked at the chair, and then she looked at Max. Setting the glass down, she hiked her skirt up, insinuated herself between Max and his laptop, and faced him on his lap. “I’d rather sit here.”
    Max leaned back, watching her in his silent Latin way, which she’d always found so hot. It still was.
    His hands slowly crept onto her thighs, holding her right at her hem. “What are you doing, Anna?”
    “What does it look like?” she asked, unbuttoning her jacket and shrugging out of it. “Don’t you miss us?”
    “There never was ‘us,’“he said, gripping her thighs. “There was you and your schoolwork, and me and my kitchen.”
    “Maybe we should have made time.” She unbuttoned her blouse.
    He helped her take it off. “We were both young.”
    “ I was young.”
    “You’re still young.” He looked over her lingerie, appreciation heating his gaze.
    It was a frilly set her sister had given her, that she’d never worn before. She’d put it on for herself that morning, to feel special on the inside. Now she was especially glad she’d chosen to wear it. “You aren’t looking at me like I’m still young.”
    “That doesn’t change the facts.”
    “But I know what I want now.” She got up and shimmied out of her panties, dropping them on the floor. “I always wanted this, from the moment I saw you years ago.”
    “ This has never been our problem.” Max stood up between her legs, crowding her so she leaned back against the desk.
    She reached between them and undid his pants, pulling him out. She ran her hand up and down him, relearning the feel of his skin, the curve of his hardness. “I remember us being good at this.”
    “We were always really good at this.” He bent his head and kissed her, deep and dark, intoxicating. His hand speared into her hair, holding her open to him.
    She wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles on his back. She teased him harder with her