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fake it long enough to hobble to where I was going in those damned stilettos.
    I found a parking spot only a block or so from the restaurant. It was the closest I'd ever been able to park anywhere I'd ever gone in San Francisco. I hobbled down the sidewalk, whispering confidence to myself the entire way.
    I made it in one piece and went into the packed restaurant. I glanced around at the people in the lobby, but I didn't see him waiting there. Maybe he wasn't there yet. I walked up to the woman standing at the podium.
    She glared up at me, as though I was interrupting something important. "Yes?"
    I managed a weak smile. "I'm supposed to be meeting someone. I'm not sure if he's here yet."
    She rolled her eyes and gave a loud sigh. "Name?"
    "Brandon Richardson."
    Her eyes widened and I heard her gulp. She gave me the biggest, sappiest smile I had ever seen. "I'm so sorry ma'am. Right this way." She motioned for me to follow her into the dining area.
    I saw him as soon as we rounded the corner. His presence was like a magnet to me—I couldn't look anywhere but right at him. He was sitting near the back of the restaurant, facing the entrance. I still couldn't believe how gorgeous he was. He couldn't have looked more perfect in his tailored suit. Something about his perfectly tousled black curls raised goosebumps on my arms. The power he seemed to have over me couldn't have been healthy. Something had to be wrong with me to be so taken with him. I didn't even know him.
    I could see he was reading something on his phone and he rubbed at his stubble-covered jaw before resting his thumb on this bottom lip. The hostess delivered me to the table and he looked up at me with a smile. His eyes roamed from my face down to my legs and back up, like he was drinking me in. He stood up and held out the chair next to him. "You're stunning." His smile widened. "I wasn't sure if you were going to show up."
    I felt myself blush and couldn't do anything but force a little smile and nod in acknowledgment. We both sat down and I folded the cloth napkin in my lap. My stomach felt like it was going to twist out of my body. "I was kind of forced. Threatened with bodily harm, anyway." I took a sip of water and could hear the ice clinking in the glass from my shaky hands. I set the water down and folded my hands in my lap to try to hide my trembling. My nerves were going to kill me. And he was sitting so close to me that the electricity he was sending off was threatening to electrocute me.
    He looked down at his phone again. "Remind me to thank Melissa next time I see her." He looked back up at me with a small smile and then put the phone in his front pocket. "I'm expecting a call or I wouldn't even have it on. I hope you don't think I'm being rude."
    I shrugged and pulled at my fingers under the table. His leg bumped into mine and a shock of energy shot through my body. This wasn't healthy at all.
    He must have noticed my fidgeting because he pulled my hand from my lap and wrapped it with both of his. "You're so nervous." He looked into my eyes. "What can I do to make you more comfortable?" He looked away and scanned the dining room. "I should have ordered wine."
    I pulled my hand back onto my lap and forced a smile. "No. No wine tonight." I felt his leg touch the side of my own again and I almost died. The heat was rising in me where it should not have been. Not in a restaurant, anyway.
    A slow smile spread across his lips. "Ah, yes. Alcohol may have played a part in our hasty decisions when we first met."
    I raised my eyebrows and reached again for my water glass. "Just a little."
    He chuckled. "No Long Islands tonight, I promise." He reached again for my hand and I let him take it. "Speaking of that night, how is painting going?"
    "Painting?"
    "Well, I'm assuming you've taken up a new medium. Oils?"
    I furrowed my brow. "What are you talking about?"
    He touched a fingertip to the back of my hand. "I think you've given up watercolor painting." His