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first?” Audrey asked.
    Megan sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe Barry? And possibly Gordon. In my experience, guys like Whitman always have their own team they want to bring on board.”
    Since Barry and Gordon both worked in the financial area, Megan’s assessment made sense.
    “Out of us, I wouldn’t want to be Tom.” Megan referred to the buyer in charge of building materials.
    Audrey nodded in agreement. Tom was a lovely man, but he was close to retirement age and definitely old school in his approach.
    “I tell you who won’t be going, though—Zach. Fifty bucks he gets a promotion out of all of this.”
    Audrey reached for the fries. “He’s not that good.”
    “Sorry, sweetie, but he is. He’s smart, he’s good at what he does and he could charm a snake out of its skin.”
    Audrey rolled her eyes. “You’re only saying that because you have a soft spot for him.”
    “Yeah, it’s called a vagina.”
    Audrey shook her head at her friend’s outrageousness. “You are so lucky no one from work comes here.”
    Megan stuffed a fry into her mouth before cocking her head. “You honestly don’t think he’s hot?”
    “Who?”
    “You know who.”
    Audrey did know. She shrugged. “He’s okay. A bit too perfect, pretty-boy for my taste.”
    “He’s not a pretty boy. He’s got that little bump on the bridge of his nose like he’s been in a fight. And he’s got that cowboy-to-the-rescue walk.” Megan mimed Zach’s confident swagger from her seated position.
    “Does your husband know about your little obsession?” Audrey asked.
    “What he doesn’t know he can’t use in the divorce proceedings. You know, if you were a true friend, you’d go there for me and give me a full report.”
    “You’re a pervert, you know that?”
    “Okay, don’t give me a full report. But for God’s sake don’t let an opportunity like Zach Black pass you by.”
    “He’s just a man, Megsy. He takes his pants off one leg at a time. He probably has trouble finding the clitoris like every other male on the planet.”
    “Honey, Zach knows exactly where the clitoris is. All you have to do is look into his eyes to know that.”
    An odd little shiver ran down Audrey’s spine. She knew what Megan was talking about—the knowing, dirty glint in Zach’s eyes that spoke of tangled sheets and roaming hands and healthy, earthy curiosity.
    “Stop it. I don’t want to think about Zach in relation to my clitoris or any other body part.”
    “Ahem.”
    The sound came from behind her, and had a distinctly masculine tone. Belatedly she noticed the cool brush of air on the nape of her neck—as though someone had recently entered—and the tide of color rising up Megan’s chest and into her face.
    Everything in her went very still. She closed her eyes. “Please tell me Zach isn’t standing behind me.”
    “I could tell you that, but it wouldn’t be true,” her friend replied.
    Audrey mouthed a four-letter word as embarrassed heat flooded her face. She told herself to turn around and face the music, but her body was rigid with mortification.
    “It’s not going to get any easier, Mathews,” Zach said. “Might as well get it over and done with.”
    She knew exactly what expression he’d be wearing—smug, slightly self-satisfied. How...appalling.
    Slowly she turned. Contrary to her expectation, his expression was carefully neutral. For the life of her she couldn’t tell if he was pissed or amused or something else entirely.
    “I tried your phone, but it went straight to voice mail, and Lucy said to try over here. A courier dropped off a delivery in the parking garage and backed into your car.”
    “What?” Audrey slid off the stool and onto her feet, concern for her car momentarily trumping her humiliation.
    “It’s not major, but I figured you’d want to know about it. Lucy’s got the guy’s insurance details.”
    Her thoughts rushing ahead to insurance claims and the inconvenience of repairs, Audrey collected her