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but instead she held it closed across her chest with one
chilled hand while holding the other out to him. “I’m Mary. Mary
Ferrer.”
    “It’s been a pleasure watching you work,
Mary. I’m Jack Sullivan.”
    Despite having stood outside in the cold for
the past several hours without any lights or portable heaters
nearby, when his fingers closed over hers, they were warm. Even in
her heels, she had to tilt her head to look up at his face and
figured he was at least three inches above six feet. His shoulders
were broad, his hips trim, and his hand over hers was large and
strong.
    “Could I take you for a cup of coffee or
something to eat? You’ve been working so hard, I expect you’re
starved.” He grinned and said, “I know a place not far from here
that’s got the best cherry pie you’ve ever tasted.”
    She couldn’t have contained her pleasure even
if she’d tried. “I love cherry pie.” She gestured at her dress and
heels. “I just need to get out of this outfit first and thank the
photographer and his crew.”
    “Take your time. I’ll wait here.”
    She started to take off his jacket, but he
put his hands over hers where she was holding the lapels. “Keep the
jacket. You can give it back to me once you've changed.”
    Every time he touched her, she lost her
breath. And as she moved to where Gerry and his crew were packing
things up, her hands were still tingling from the brush of his
fingers over hers.
    Making sure not to rush her goodbyes, Mary
hugged each member of the crew. “Thank you so much for making my
last shoot one of my very best.”
    Hugs and kisses came from people she’d worked
with countless times over the past thirteen years. What she’d miss
most about modeling wasn’t seeing her face on magazine covers, but
not seeing the family of photographers and lighting technicians and
stylists she’d grown to love so much.
    Gerry held her the longest. “I know you’re
ready to move on, Mary, but I’m going to keep holding out hope that
we’re going to do this again. Soon.”
    Her eyes were damp when she finally stepped
into her trailer to strip out of the red velvet dress and put it
back on the soft hanger. By the time she’d slipped off the
beautiful heels and pulled on her jeans, along with a turtleneck
and a loose sweater that floated over her curves, excitement—and
heady anticipation—was moving through her.
    Okay, so it was just coffee and pie with a
gorgeous man, but some of the greatest things started from
something small, didn’t they? And hadn’t the last big change in her
life—thirteen years ago—happened over a cup of coffee with
Randy?
    Mary didn’t waste any more time checking her
appearance before opening the trailer door and walking back toward
Jack. She even liked the sound of his name.
    Jack Sullivan.
    His dark eyes were intense as he held her
gaze, and she felt every inch of her skin come alive.
    “You’ve been standing in the cold for hours,”
she said as she held out his jacket. “You should really have this
back now.”
    But instead of taking it, he asked, “Where’s
your coat?”
    “It was surprisingly warm this morning when I
came on set and since I figured I’d be heading straight back home
in a taxi after the shoot, I didn’t bother to bring one.”
    He took his jacket from her, but only to
slide it back over her shoulders again. “It looks better on
you.”
    He put his hand on the small of her back, and
even through all of the fabric she could feel how warm he was.
    They didn’t speak as they walked the couple
of short blocks to the diner, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable
silence. On the contrary, Mary couldn’t remember the last time
she’d felt so immediately at ease with someone. And yet, at the
same time, her skin felt just a little too sensitive, her lips
fuller and tingly, her breath coming faster, even though they were
on one of the rare flat streets in the hilly city.
    When Jack held the door for her, Mary took
note of the small