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Parker was almost impressed.
    He ran a hand through his hair and set the phone down on the coffee table. Whatever he decided, he wasn't going to do it tonight. Jackson would want to have input. Anyway, it was too late to make a business call. Likely Jennifer was at home relaxing, too.
    Maybe he would go out.
    Parker glanced down at the time. Eight. Early enough that if he headed out now he could probably spend a couple enjoyable hours at one of the local clubs before he had to head home for bed. Might even find someone to spend a little of that time with, if he was lucky. And, man, did he need someone to spend a little time with.
    So that settled it. He stood up from the couch and headed into his bedroom to go through the clothes in his closet, deciding what to wear. It was an easy decision. He pulled on a shirt, and fastened his pants, and then he headed out into the living room to scoop up his phone and tuck it into his pocket.
    The club was a few miles farther into the city. Parker took the vehicle that didn't have the business logo on it, because he didn't really feel like being swarmed. He wasn't big enough that the paparazzi came after him when he went out without identifying logos, and the club wasn't big enough that there were likely to be any there just out of principle, but taking the truck was asking for attention he didn't really feel like getting. He wanted all the attention to be for him, not for his brand.
    Parker pulled into one of the street-side parking spots and turned off the engine, then stepped out of the car, making sure to hit the button that would lock it before he headed inside.
    It was a Wednesday night, and the line for the club wasn't long. The bouncer greeted him at the door with a nod and grin.
    “Back so soon, Parker?”
    Parker lifted one shoulder in a shrug and let it drop again, grinning back at Frank. “Hey, a man's got to do what a man's got to do.”
    “True enough. Enjoy your night.”
    With a nod, Parker stepped past him and into the club.
    It was dark inside, colored lights flashing over the crowd on the dancefloor. The space wasn't packed, but there were enough people to make a respectable crowd. Parker made his way over to the bar and leaned against it on both elbows while he waited for the bartender to finish with the group of giggling woman he was currently serving.
    “Parker,” the tall man said when he'd moved down from the other end of the bar. “What can I get you tonight?”
    “You know me. Just whatever's on tap.”
    A moment later he was being handed a glass. He dropped a twenty on the bar and took a long drink from the heavy mug. Then he moved out into the big main room, claiming a small table for himself at the edge of the dancefloor. Usually he'd jump out there right off, but some nights he felt a little more like watching first.
    There was a handful of single girls. Others danced with big groups of friends, and Parker usually didn't bother approaching them. They were out for a night with the girls; he wasn't going to try to insert himself into that. Instead, he scanned for the women who were dancing alone. As he watched, he drank the beer. It wasn't enough to have him drunk by a long shot, but he wasn't looking to get drunk. He was looking for a better time than that.
    Glass empty, Parker finally stood, weaving through the people on the dancefloor to get out close to the middle of it. Eyes lifted as he passed, and he saw more than one woman turn to whisper to her friends. The one he'd chosen looked up at him when he got closer, and he saw one of her eyebrows arch up toward her hairline in the shifting light. Her lips curled into a smile.
    “Hey, there,” she said, loud enough to be heard over the music. “Coming this way?”
    Parker stepped past the last person in his way and stopped just short of too close to her. “That was the plan.”
    The slinky little brunette in front of him looked like the cat who'd gotten the cream, and he knew he'd made the right