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concept of the muse as inspiration is as old as human history? Frankly, it doesn’t matter whether you buy it or not. I do.”
    “Do you actually expect me to answer any of those questions?”
    “No. Frankly, it doesn’t matter whether you buy it or not. I do.” She lowered her lashes and looked up at him. “There’s only one question that matters tonight. Will you say yes?”
    Shit. He was going to say yes.
    Aubrey was completely nuts. Which wasn’t the turnoff it should have been. In fact, he hadn’t been this intrigued by a date in a hell of a long time. He was confused, absolutely, but at least Aubrey wasn’t boring.
    She also wasn’t what he was looking for. He’d made a decision about this kind of thing after the Macy’s parade debacle. No more one-night stands. He’d had more than his share, especially in college, but that part of his life was over. Now he wanted someone of substance. Date first, take it slow, explore the important things like values and dreams.
    He hadn’t realized at the time that he would fail to make it to the sex part with any of the women he’d meet. Of course, there’d been only two in the past year.
    Hell, almost a full year since—he took a bigger sip of the Bushmills.
    “I don’t mean to beat the point into the ground, but you do realize I’m not asking you to marry me. This offer has no strings attached. I promise I’m not scary. I have references if you want.”
    “From one-night stands?”
    She leaned back, taking her hand away. “Two, in fact. We’re friends now. William lives in London but we can text him if you like, and Gabe is now married with a baby, so we’d have to text him, too. I wouldn’t want to wake anyone. I’ve also got friends who haven’t been sex partners who’ll vouch for my sanity. Or relative sanity, at least. I’m not certifiable, and I don’t take meds. Sanjula and Caro are absolutely up right now if you want to call them. I was going to invite them out for a drink, but then the wind blew, and, well, here we are.”
    That wasn’t the answer he’d been expecting.
    “You come here a lot. What about the bartender? Can he vouch for you?”
    “Paulo? I haven’t slept with him, but if that’s not a requirement, you bet. I’ll go get him.”
    “Wait here,” he said, then watched for microexpressions. She didn’t seem upset that he was actually calling her out on her offer. In fact, she seemed completely okay with it.
    “Just watch out for Tracy. She can be tricky.”
    “I think I can handle it.” Still no nervous ticks or touches to the mouth or hair. He was pretty sure he knew what he’d find out at the bar, but he needed a few minutes away from Aubrey. Even when he wasn’t looking directly at her he was acutely aware of her presence. Not the best circumstances for making an important decision. He’d made a commitment to himself, and he never took those lightly.
    The music seemed a lot louder in the middle of the crowded room, some song he didn’t recognize with a heavy bass and one phrase repeated over and over. He could see coming back here. There was a good mix of customers. Some people wore jeans, some work clothes. Several women were decked out in what must pass for high fashion, but he didn’t run across a single face that was more interesting than Aubrey’s.
    She was…unexpected. He could see that she might be too much for some, but damn if he didn’t want to say yes simply to be around her longer.
    He liked her voice, her mercurial mind. He liked the look of her. Especially the way her hips were so generous and her waist so small. He could practically feel his hands on her already, pulling her tight against him.
    After he’d been at the bar for a couple of minutes, the bartender finally came his way. “What can I do you for?”
    It was an effort not to flash his badge. Habit. “You know Aubrey?” he asked, turning his head so the bartender could see their booth through the crowd.
    “Sure do. Tips well.