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asked tentatively.
    ‘She’ll think about it,’ he said, quite exasperated. ‘Have I ever told you you’re one stubborn woman?’
    ‘Simply because I don’t say yes to you all the time . . .’
    ‘No, you don’t, do you?’ he said, giving her a long intent look. ‘Is that why I like you?’
    ‘Hmm . . .’ she said thoughtfully, ‘I guess you’re so used to women saying yes at all times.’
    Bobby started to laugh. ‘What women did you have in mind?’
    ‘Remember high school? You and M.J. had it all going on. Girls falling out of trees.’
    ‘Oh c’mon, Denver,’ he said with a quizzical expression. ‘Now we’re reverting to high school? How come you’re remembering that now?’
    ‘’Cause watching Mister Football Star scoring was the main entertainment of the day.’
    ‘Then aren’t I glad it’s all behind me, an’ now I’ve got you.’
    ‘Really?’ she teased. ‘You’ve got me, have you?’
    ‘I do, don’t I?’ he said, grinning. ‘We’ve been together how long?’
    ‘I dunno,’ she said, knowing exactly how long. ‘Three months maybe.’
    Bobby shook his head. ‘Maybe, she says! You’re supposed to tell me to the minute.’
    ‘I am, huh?’
    ‘Yes, you am.’
    They smiled at each other, savouring the moment.
    One of the reasons she enjoyed spending time with Bobby was because they always had so much to talk about. He often regaled her with stories about his deceased father’s family who all resided in Greece, apart from his niece, Brigette. Brigette lived in New York and had once been a top model. Along with Bobby, she had inherited most of the Stanislopoulos fortune. Although uncomfortable talking about money, Bobby had informed Denver that he’d chosen not to touch his inheritance, preferring to make his own money from the success of his clubs.
    She admired him for his desire to make it on his own. Only occasionally did he indulge in any kind of extravagance – such as using the Stanislopoulos plane.
    Sometimes she filled him in on some of her family stories, a family he still hadn’t met. She was reticent about introducing him to her parents – Mom, a political activist – and Dad, a maverick lawyer. Not to mention her three brothers. They’d all been very fond of her ex, Josh, and she didn’t think she should introduce Bobby into the mix until she was sure they’d stay together for longer than a few months.
    Bobby laughed about it. ‘Not good enough to meet your family, huh?’ he teased.
    ‘You will,’ she assured him.
    And yes, one day she would definitely bring him to meet them. But not yet. It was too soon.
    ‘Bobby!’ An exceptionally pretty model type exclaimed, stopping by their table. ‘Oh my God! I haven’t seen you since Graydon’s party in New York. How are you? What are you doing in L.A.?’
    ‘Uh . . . hey,’ Bobby managed. He didn’t have a clue who she was and he didn’t much care. ‘Do you two know each other?’ he asked, gesturing toward Denver.
    The girl threw Denver a cursory glance, then proceeded to ignore her. ‘We must get together,’ she purred, leaning toward Bobby. ‘I miss you. Call me, I’m at the Mondrian.’
    Then she tottered off on six-inch heels looking pleased with herself.
    ‘Nice,’ Denver remarked.
    ‘I swear I don’t know who she is,’ Bobby insisted.
    ‘That’s okay.’ Denver was determined not to throw a jealous fit over nothing. ‘I have exes too.’
    ‘She’s not an ex,’ he said firmly. ‘No idea w ho she is.’
    ‘It doesn’t matter, Bobby.’
    ‘No, it doesn’t,’ he agreed. ‘All that matters is that I’m sitting here with you.’
    The thing about Bobby Santangelo Stanislopoulos was that he always knew the right thing to say.
    *   *   *
    Max was ready to go, so was Harry, but Cookie was putting up a fight. ‘I wanna stay,’ she said stubbornly. ‘Frankie’ll look out for me.’
    ‘You can’t stay,’ Max argued. ‘We’re in Harry’s car.’
    ‘I’ll get a ride,’