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said. Mercifully, he pulled back a little, and she felt a little less like she was going to die if she didn’t jump into his lap. “I’d like to meet her.”
    Quenby didn’t quite know what to make of that statement. Remember, you’ll never see him again after today , she told herself.
    Caleb glanced over his shoulder. “Sorry, man, I guess I took your seat.”
    Startled, she looked up. She hadn’t realized Ron had returned to the table. She’d also tuned out everyone at the table; for a moment, she’d forgotten that she and Caleb weren’t the only ones there.
    “No problem. I’ll just grab a seat over there,” Ron said.
    “No.” Quenby blurted it out before she could even think about it, earning the strange looks they both gave her. “I mean…your steak—you’re not finished.” She didn’t know if she should be left alone next to this too-attractive, smooth talking, loafers with no socks wearing man.
    He chuckled. “You’re right. Can you pass me that plate, man?”
    “Here, I’ll just switch ‘em across the table,” Caleb said. “Y’all excuse my momentary lapse in manners, reaching across the table like this. Don’t tell my mama, she’d kill me.” Caleb smiled at Quenby before switching the plates.
    “Thanks.” Ron headed for the other side of the table.
    “No problem.” Caleb turned back to Quenby. “In a hurry to get rid of me?”
    “I just—um.” Quenby tried to think of something to say. “I don’t want to be in a relationship. Or date. Or any of that right now.”
    “Hey. It’s cool. I understand. After all, I leave for Georgia in a few hours . Remember?” he said. “You just said it yourself. I just want to be a friend. A person could always use another friend, right? That’s the way I feel about it anyway.”
    “Yeah.” She knew she had no business thinking about that man, but as much as she knew it, she couldn’t help thinking how nice it would be to have a friendship and so much more with Caleb.
    He ran a hand through his golden hair, and she wanted her fingers running through it instead of his. She’d certainly done enough of that last night. She tried to remember if she’d asked him to sleep with her. She couldn’t remember if she had or not. Suddenly, it seemed important for her to know. Even though she dreaded getting it, she needed some idea of what kind of impression she’d given Caleb last night. “I’m surprised I didn’t find you in bed next to me when I woke up this morning.” She didn’t add that she wouldn’t have minded that.
    “Really?” He tapped his long, thick fingers against the top of the table as he spoke, matching the beat to the music that spilled out of the outdoor speakers set up nearby.
    “I mean , it’s not like you didn’t have an invitation. I don’t exactly remember making one, but I’m sure I did at some point.”
    “If you were sober, it would’ve happened in a heartbeat.” He looked her dead in the eye, and her stomach dropped. “Don’t think for a minute I didn’t want to. But I don’t do things like that with women who are pass-out drunk. I want you to want me, and know you want me, and be aware of every second we share. When that sort of thing happens.” He reached up to caress one of her gold teardrop earrings before moving his thumb to the sensitive ridge of skin at the top of her ear. She shivered. The rest of the world dropped away. Every time he touched her, she was in greater danger of jumping into his lap.
    She pushed aside thoughts of how she wanted to spend the few, precious hours between then and when Caleb had to go to the airport. No way could she let any of that happen. Those fantasies were better left in her head no matter how hard she was rebounding. And this was just rebound talk. Right?
    She needed something safe to talk about. What was safe?
    Luckily, Caleb came up with something. “So Adia told me this morning that you work at a community bank near downtown. You’re a branch