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Wright to sing “Dream Weaver.” Her hair would start blowing sensually in the breeze, and he would be drenched in sunlight, both of them filmed through a filtered lens as chemistry pulled them into each other’s arms.
    Depending on the director’s mood, he might have them pause before they kissed, breathing heavily as they gazed lovingly into each other’s eyes. Or maybe they would go right for the kill, kissing like only movie people kiss—without spit, without funky breath, without making that funny, smacking sound that always made Olivia giggle inappropriately—
    “Whoa there.” Wall of Muscle grabbed her upper arms and gently pushed her away. He was laughing again, but it had taken on more of a “this is uncomfortable” tone instead of a humorous one.
    Olivia snapped out of her trance, flushing in horror as she realized that her face was scant inches from his, her lips licked and puckering for a kiss.
    “Oh shit.” She backed up a few fast steps and bumped into her car. “I’m sorry. What the hell was that? Right?”
    “Right.” He let out a nervous laugh. God, he was gorgeous, even when he was looking at her like she was a freak.
    “Right,” she said on her last breath, nodding like a moron. A few heartbeats of awkward silence later she added, “Well, ok then. Bye now.”
    She ducked her head and hunched her shoulders in shame while making a desperate dive for her car.
    “Wait!” He grabbed her car door, stopping her from slamming it.
    Luckily, she didn’t slam the door. She would have smashed his perfect fingers. And oh, what magnificent fingers they were. They were what Leonardo da Vinci could only attempt to capture. She stared at his gorgeous digits, imagining them doing completely unholy, but oh-so-wonderful things to her, and she let out a dreamy, sighing moan of pleasure.
    “Are you ok?” He gave her that look again, snapping her back to reality.
    “Umm…yes?”
    “Are you sure?” He laughed.
    It was the sound of angels.
    She nodded. “Uh, huh.”
    “Well, all right… I’m Mitch Toler.” He took his hand off her car door and held it out for her again.
    All she could do was stare. And fantasize.
    “The guy you backed into at the Get ‘n Go.”
    Director cues the sound of needle scratching across vinyl album— screech!— abrupt end to her fantasy. Shit.
    “Oh, yeah.” Olivia grimaced and climbed out of her car. “Umm…sorry about that.”
    “I called the insurance agent you wrote down, Reggie Young, and he claims he doesn’t know who you are,” Mitch said. “Did you maybe give me the wrong name?”
    “That asshole!”
    Instantly pissed, Olivia dug through her half-empty purse and pulled out her cell phone. The stupid prick was always pretending he didn’t know who she was whenever someone tried to make a claim. Asshole had no problem cashing her premium checks, but the second she needed his services he—
    “Reggie, you motherfucker!” she shouted into the phone when Reggie answered.
    “Ah, Olivia, how are you this fine day?” he asked, his polite words wrapped in dread.
    “I’d be better if my insurance agent wasn’t such a dick! What the hell, Reg?!”
    “What’d I do this time?”
    “You know dang well what you did.”
    “Honestly, Sugar, I have no idea.”
    “Quit playing stupid.” Olivia rolled her eyes. “I’m standing here with Mitch Toler and he would like to talk to you about making a claim. And before you ask—yes, it was my fault. Again. He was parked when I backed into him at the Get ‘n Go yesterday. Do what you do and pay the man!”
    Olivia shoved the phone at Mitch. “Make it quick, Mitch. I gotta get to work.”
    Mitch took the phone and walked a few steps away from Olivia while he talked to Reggie. She made a point to sigh heavily every forty-seven seconds so he would truly understand the importance of her urgency. Mitch turned his back on her after her fourth sigh. After the sixth sigh, he held up a finger to tell her to wait. After