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the phone clicked off.
    She
sat for a long moment holding the phone in her hand, her eyes staring
unseeingly out the window. The unease she’d felt since her last dream, settled
low in her stomach, and she was filled with a terrible foreboding.
    She
put the phone on the table and wrapped both hands around her coffee mug and
took another fortifying sip. Lynx Rogan skipped across her mind, and she felt
her pulse quicken. She wondered what he was doing right that instant. Had he
found someone to while away his time with the night before? Maybe he already
had someone at home.
    Lynx
Rogan was an exceptionally handsome man, who also was charismatic, charming,
and had that sexy-as-hell accent. His dark, roguish, bad-boy looks tempted a
woman to try and save him from his wicked ways… or at least participate in
them. She felt a tingle of sensual longing trail its way through her body as
she remembered his cool knuckles brushing her cheek. She remembered how he
smelled and the silky resonance of his voice as he’d spoken her name with such
reverence. Arabella .
    She
shook her head to rid it of thoughts of Lynx Rogan. Guilt flooded her for once
again having thoughts of someone else other than Drew. She leaned forward and
picked up a picture placed at the back of the breakfast bar. She rubbed a thumb
over Drew’s familiar features. They were sitting together on a park bench,
their faces close together. His arm was extended beyond the picture, holding
the camera, as he took the ‘selfy’ picture.
    She
studied his face carefully. While he was smiling for the camera, it wasn’t the
same happy, carefree expression he’d worn the night before when he’d been with
Maggie. It wasn’t that she didn’t think he loved her; she knew without doubt,
he did. But was it the love of a lover; or the love shared between lifelong
friends?
    What
was happening within her to raise these questions now? If she were honest, she
knew she’d been having them for a long time; she’d just refused to admit to
them. She needed Drew, depended on him for her sanity and stability. But just
as she’d asked him the night before, was that really fair to him? Exhaling
slowly, she rose from her chair and began making preparation for her upcoming
job.

 
    Arabella
worked quickly and efficiently throughout the day; finishing satisfactorily
with only a few minor mishaps. Mishaps were the nature of the beast for a
catering business. Opinions of how a job went were like elbows, her mother used
to say… everybody has one. Some people were happy with everything you did, and
some complained about absolutely every single thing. But now she was done. The
Hamptons had paid her fee plus a nice bonus.
    She
drove her little, white, catering-van into the garage and began unpacking. She
thought about the veal medallions she’d prepared earlier for the Hamptons’
party. They were Drew’s favorite, along with the asparagus with hollandaise
sauce. An idea began to form in her mind and she smiled. While she may have
doubts about some aspects of their relationship, she knew Drew Larkin, and he
loved her cooking.
    After
making what preparations she needed to do, she dashed off for a quick shower.
She kept a close eye on the clock as she rushed to get ready for her set at the
Night Owl. She would be cutting it close, but she thought she’d have just
enough time if she wasn’t required to linger after she finished singing. After
blow-drying her hair, she slipped on a sexy, red camisole – Drew’s personal
favorite. She rummaged through her closet and finally settled on a sleeveless
black dress with tulip-shaped panels which made up the short shirt. She paired
the dress with silky, black hose, and black stilettos.
    After
pinning her hair back, she applied her makeup, and after a quick turn in front
of the mirror, she grabbed her purse and moved swiftly to her car. She was on
her way to the club, when she realized she’d missed a call from Drew. Connecting
to her voicemail,