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lazily from her lips like the sweetest honey.
    He ushered her out the door, and held the car door open for her. She thanked him. Walking around to his side of the car, James puzzled, “ What am I getting myself into ?”
    Shaking his head, he drove them to the restaurant. Marley was quiet. Odd for someone with such a bubbly personality. It was in there, he’d seen glimpses of it the night they’d spent together.
    Ah, perhaps she’s being guarded. Understandable. How do I break through that careful façade she’s wearing? Maybe those blasted margaritas will help .
    His hunch proved correct. Margaritas turned out to be the key to loosening her up. Marley ordered a frozen margarita. It came in a huge bowl of a glass that was bigger than her head. The more she drank, the friendlier she got.
    The waiter brought a plate of nachos to their table. Between the two of them, the chips loaded with cheese, sour cream, beans, beef, and guacamole disappeared rapidly.
    “Why did you really come to see me? Milton said you don’t see the same girl twice,” she asked between bites.
    Startled by Milton’s lack of discretion, he scowled. “What else did Milton tell you?”
    “That you liked the whole daddy and little girl thing, pigtails, stuff like that.” She took a sip from the icy concoction in front of her.
    He froze. Heat radiated from his face.
    “That’s okay. To each his own,” she said, nonchalantly popping a tortilla chip in her mouth. She signaled the waiter. “Can we please have some queso for our chips?”
    “No problem,” the waiter said and hurried away.
    “Milton needs to keep his mouth shut,” he muttered. Though he thought his heart would come out of his chest when she talked about calling him Daddy.
    Marley reached across the table and laid her hand on his arm. “Don’t worry about it. Doesn’t bother me.” She bit into another chip.
    She’s so flippant. What all had she been exposed to in her line of work? He shuddered to think. He regarded his kinks as rather harmless, but he knew some doms really liked to beat women. His gut twisted. A lot of hardcore things that went on in the world, and he hated to imagine Marley being subjected to some of them.
    “You know, you weren’t easy to find. Especially since your real name is Harley, not Marley.”
    It was her turn to freeze. She choked on her chip and took a slug of her icy beverage to wash it down.
    She stiffened. “How did you find that out?”
    “Had to hire a P.I. No one could find a Marley living anywhere on the street where the driver took you, but we did find a Harley. Cool name by the way; why’d you change it?”
    She laughed. “Wouldn’t you?”
    He grinned. “Possibly. What, was your mom a biker babe?” He could picture that.
    “My dad. Only thing he ever gave me was that stupid name. Then he left us.”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Yeah, don’t be. It was probably the best thing he could have done for me. I mean leave, not give me that dumb name.” She giggled.
    “Why? What was wrong with him?”
    “Oh, I don’t know. Sounds like he was a real asshole. My mom doesn’t have a lot of nice things to say about him. My brother remembered liking him, but he was little. All kids love their parents when they’re young.”
    “So you have a brother?”
    A cloud settled over her face. “Did. He got killed in Afghanistan last year. His name was Paul.” She stared at the table, her fingers fiddling with a paper straw wrapper.
    “Oh, Marley, I’m so sorry.” He reached out and took her hands in his.
    She smiled bravely. “Enough about me. Tell me about you. How did you get so rich? You were born to it, right?”
    James almost spit out the water he was about to swallow. “Me? Born with money? No, no, no. I grew up middle class, public schools, regular neighborhood. What makes you say that?”
    “I don’t know. You just seem… cultured.” She shrugged.
    “Well, thanks, I guess. But no, I invented an app. Like for your phone.”
    She