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wasn’t the only one with a boner.
    “I need an insider’s view.”
    “An insider’s view?”
    “To help me see Confidential Rejuvenations in a way only someone who works in the trenches can. I’d like to hear what you think about the recent scandals.”
    “I can’t violate patient confidentiality.”
    “Nor would I ever ask you to do so.” He smiled. “I’d just like to get your take.”
    “Why me?”
    “I need input from several sources, not just the bigwigs in the expensive suits. Let’s be honest, they’re out of touch with what really goes on behind the scenes.”
    “Bigwigs in expensive suits like you?”
    “Touché.” She was feisty. He liked that. “What do you say?”
    “I don’t know if that would be such a good idea.”
    “Do you always work the swing shift?”
    “Yes.”
    “Does your shift start at three?”
    “Two-thirty.”
    “How ’bout this. I meet you for lunch at the sushi restaurant down the block that I saw when I was driving in.”
    “Are you always this pushy, Mr. Black?”
    His gaze held hers. “Only when I see something I want.”
    She made a small noise in the back of her throat and gave him a cool, assessing glance. He noticed the pulse at the hollow of her neck quickened. Ah, just as he suspected. She liked him, whether she was willing to admit it or not.
    “So it’s a date,” he said as a statement, not a question, but his gut squeezed.
    Julie pursed her lips, her frown deepening.
    She’s going to say no. His hopes took the express elevator to his shoes.
    What in the hell was the matter with him? Why was he so disappointed at the thought she’d reject him? He hadn’t felt this nervous around a woman in years. Blame his aberrant anxiety on the fact his brother had dropped the marriage bomb on him that morning and he was off his game.
    It had been too long. He was a bit chagrined to realize he hadn’t had sex in almost ten months. Not because he hadn’t had plenty of chances, but mainly because no woman had excited him enough to give chase.
    But Julie DeMarco had changed all that in record time.
    She sank her hands on her hips. He saw the word no forming on those full, luscious lips. His disappointment was surprisingly sharp-edged.
    She held his gaze.
    He heard blood rushing through his ears, felt his body tighten.
    “Okay,” she murmured. “I’ll do it. I’ll give you an interview.”

    “I MET A GUY.” Julie grinned at her best friends, Elle Nash and Dr. Vanessa Rodriquez. They were sharing a pitcher of beer at a hole-in-the-wall pizza parlor near the University of Texas, which served up the best deep-dish pie in Austin. For the first time since she’d broken up with Roger, Julie was interested in someone and she simply had to crow about it.
    It was almost midnight, but the place didn’t close until 2:00 a.m. and it was a handy meeting spot, equal distance from all their homes and Confidential Rejuvenations. Elle and Julie both had worked swing shift that evening and Vanessa had stayed late catching up on backlogged paperwork.
    “I’m having lunch with him tomorrow.” She was making it sound like a date, but what was wrong with that? Who knew what direction things might take? One thing was clear, they had chemistry.
    It’s not a date.
    Okay, so it wasn’t really a date. It was an interview, but still, he’d certainly seemed interested in her. Which was surprising, considering how she’d embarrassed herself over a case of mistaken identity. Remembering what had transpired in the exam room, she bit down on the inside of her cheek.
    “A date?” Elle was a sensible redhead with dazzling green eyes and a way of smiling that made everyone like her immediately. She reached for a second slice of pepperoni-and-black-olive pizza. “That’s great. It’s about time. I’m happy for you.”
    “Who’s the guy?” Vanessa asked over the rim of her frosty beer mug. Vanessa was a beautiful Latina with long black hair, chocolate-brown eyes and a Mensa IQ.