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sex.”
    Sam laughed a little as they reached the bottom of the stairs, thinking that Rogan Murphy was a nice man.  Maybe almost as nice as the man upstairs, who had the sweetest, sexiest smile she’d ever seen.
    Stop it, Samantha .  Thinking about Joshua Harding that way was not good for more reasons than one – that was territory she’d covered long ago.  And because there were so many reasons why seeing him here was all kinds of wrong, she felt her stomach doing the pre-hurl hula once again.
    Oh, God.
    She was definitely going to vomit.  And because she could feel it coming and knew that even her pride or willpower or basic good manners couldn’t hold her back, she took off so quickly that the jacket slipped off under Rogan’s grip.  No doubt he had a nice view of her bare ass hauling down the hallway as she careened toward the restroom like a bat out of humiliation hell.
    He called out to her, but she couldn’t answer.  She was too busy getting acquainted with the inner workings of the restaurant’s plumbing.  There was certainly nothing left in her stomach, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t wretch. 
    Nothing like some dry heaves and tasseled pasties as a fun way to spend the evening.  Clutching her stomach with one hand and plucking the hated nipple covers off with the other, Sam threw the pasties in the toilet before depressing the flusher with the heel of her boot. Sick, ashamed and wishing she had the power to disappear at will, she grabbed her trench coat off the hanger and headed toward the sink, where she loaded her hands with soap from the dispenser and did a quick scrub job to dispel the worst of the makeup. Her eyes were still pretty gunked-up, but she’d have to wait until she got hold of some Vaseline to get the rest of the stuff off.  For now she’d just have to settle for looking like she’d been accosted by Mary Kay.
    After drying herself with a few towels from the stack on the counter, Sam belted the coat around her waist before whipping off the stupid wig.  No point attempting to maintain any anonymity when she’d obviously already been made. 
    Josh, no doubt, had remembered her boobs all too well.
    Sam ran a few fingers through her short brown hair before stepping out into the hall, relieved to find the area empty.  The issue of professional etiquette ran through her mind, making her wonder if she should attempt to say her goodbyes.  But hell, this wasn’t a tea party. What did it really matter if she split?  She’d been hired to do a job, she’d done it pretty well, and she should leave through the back door like a regular employee.  No need to make herself or the Murphys any more uncomfortable, and definitely no reason to see Josh.  On that note, Sam walked briskly through the darkened bar area until she wound her way back to the kitchen.  She’d almost made it to the door when she heard her name.
    “Samantha?”
    Well hell.  She’d know that voice anywhere.  Even after all these years.
    “Sam.”  He’d come a little closer, though she still hadn’t answered or turned around.  The kitchen was dark, only the light from the outside security lamp shining through the cracks around the door, and she had the ridiculous thought that if she stood really still he might not see her.
    Right.
    Sighing, Sam turned just enough to catch a shadowy glimpse of Josh Harding as he stood several yards behind her.  Even in the dim light he looked… good.
    God, he’d always looked too good.
    The handsomest man she’d ever seen.
    Hell, half the women on the planet couldn’t hold a handle to the sheer beauty that was Josh.  It was enough to make her want to beat her head against the wall.   “Josh.”  She cleared her throat and was thankful for the absence of light.  No way did she want him to see the tears that swam crazily in her eyes.
    “It’s really good to see you, Sam.”
    Samantha snorted and dragged her hand down her face.  “You know, I wish I could say the