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you can see, he’s not well, so don’t be too witty or charming. We don’t want to wear him out.”
    Kent grinned at Phae and raised a perfectly shaped brow. “I haven’t seen you in five excruciatingly long days and this is how you greet me? Have some pity, woman.” He looked at Sylvie. “It’s nice to meet you. My aunt tells me you work with Phae. My condolences.”
    Phae rolled her eyes at Sylvie’s girlish giggle. “Don’t egg him on, Sylvie. He’s impossible to stop once he gets started.”
    Sylvie batted her eyelashes at Kent. “I can’t imagine why any lady would ever want to stop you from getting anything you wanted.”
    “You need to take lessons from your partner, Phae. She knows how to talk to a man,” he teased. “You should have seen how rude your cousin was the other day, Sylvie. We were having a nice conversation and the next thing you know—whoosh—she was gone, ranting about some class she was missing. I don’t know what I could have said that set her off like that. I had to finish the garden by myself. And my aunt is giving her all the glory.” He shot Phae a handsome sideways glance. “How tall are you, Sylvie?”
    Phae snorted and crossed her arms over her chest.
    Sylvie answered sweetly, “I’m five-four. And how tall are you?”
    “Don’t encourage him,” Phae said. “He’s socially awkward and asks odd things.”
    Kent leaned back in his chair and slowly perused Phae. “And you, I’m sure, are the most accomplished socialite in Zeke’s Bend. I can tell by your clothes, the jeans that couldn’t be a day over ten years old. And there’s that big, frayed rip on the knee. You ripped it intentionally, I’m sure, so the guys can get tantalizing glimpses of your lovely knee cap.”
    He was interrupted briefly while he ordered some coffee from the waitress.
    “And that baggy t-shirt,” he continued when the waitress was gone, “it’s a prime example of feminine wiles. By concealing yourself under loose clothes, you leave it up to a man’s imagination to picture your shape. Far better than revealing yourself in something like a low-cut blouse. And crossing your arms over your chest only adds fuel to the fire.”
    He winked at Sylvie. “The true finishing touch to this vamp is her lack of make-up. Take notes, Sylvie. By not enhancing her features with cosmetics, she’s telling the world that she’s bold and free. There’s nothing men like better than a bold, free woman.”
    “Okay, Tim Gunn, that’s enough,” Phae said with a disdainful little smile. “Maybe I was wrong when I called you socially awkward. You’re more like socially demented.”
    “How do you work with her, Sylvie?” Kent asked, but looked only at Phae. “She’s so cantankerous I’m surprised she doesn’t run off all your customers.”
    “She’s an acquired taste,” Sylvie answered.
    “Hmm. I could see that,” Kent said, suggestive speculation in his tone.
    The waitress returned with his coffee and he thanked her. “See, Phae? I can be polite when no one’s provoking me.”
    Phae unfolded her arms. “Me provoke you? Puh-lease. I can hardly get a word in edgewise.”
    Sylvie scooted her chair back and stood. “All right, you two. I’m leaving. No, don’t ask me to stay. I have an appointment in five minutes anyway. What about you, Phae?”
    “She’s going to be late,” Kent said, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Phae.
    She smiled lazily and returned his stare. “Tell Meg I’ll be late, please, Sylvie.”
    Kent grinned. “Actually, Phae’s going to have to cancel that appointment.”
    “Cancel my appointment, Sylvie,” Phae said.
    “Good grief,” Sylvie muttered as she walked away. “I’ve never seen anything like that in my entire life.”
    Kent and Phae inspected one another through lidded eyes.
    “I think she sensed our attraction to each other,” Kent said.
    “Who said I’m attracted to you?”
    “I assumed. Why else would you cancel an appointment? I doubt