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the owner.”
    Grant nodded and pointed at Rory and Noah. “Do either of you need anything
    from the bar?”
    Rory smiled and started to answer before Noah cut in. “No—I had already ordered
    the three of us another round when you arrived to scare little Miss Muppet here. Our
    drinks should be ready. I‟ll go up to the bar with you.”
    The two men walked back to the bar while Rory poked Celeste in the arm to get her
    attention off of Grant‟s ass. “What are you doing?”
    “Ummm…enjoying my evening off with two very handsome gentlemen?”
    “See, that‟s funny, because I thought we were here to find your secret admirer. You
    seem more interested in trying to see through Grant‟s clothes than in any detective
    work.”
    Celeste laughed. “You may be right about that. How should I figure out if it‟s
    Noah?”
    “I thought you had a plan.”
    “Nope, no plans. I‟ll wing it.”
    Rory looked skeptical. “Whatever else he is, Noah isn‟t stupid. I‟m not sure that
    winging it is going to work here.”
    “You know, this isn‟t exactly a CIA mission. Eventually I‟ll find out who my
    mystery man is—hopefully not before I can get some sexy fun out of him.”
    Rory shook her head but declined to say any more as the two men returned to the
    table. Grant pulled up a chair, followed quickly by Noah, who ignored Rory‟s frown.
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    No time like the present. “So, Noah, have you sent any interesting text messages
    lately?”
    Rory spluttered into her drink, Grant hid a laugh behind his hand and Noah looked
    at her like she‟d lost her mind.
    He slowly shook his head. “None more interesting than normal, I guess. Why do
    you ask?”
    Celeste shot him a bright smile. “Oh, ever since I got my phone back I‟ve been
    getting some odd messages. I was wondering who sent them. Did you turn my phone
    in to the lost and found? We were sitting together when I lost it, after all.”
    Noah shook his head again. “Sorry, no. If I had found your phone, I‟d‟ve brought it
    back to you. It was probably one of the other regulars.”
    Grant spoke up then. “I want to hear more about these text messages. You said they
    were odd?”
    Celeste felt herself blushing as she cast about for some story. She‟d never intended
    to find herself in the hot seat. “Yes, just some random messages. I‟m thinking that
    maybe the person who turned in my phone is sending them. It‟s no big deal, I‟d just like
    to know who it is.”
    “So you can thank them properly,” Rory said with an innocent expression.
    “Yes, Rory. Thank you.” It was hard to sound grateful through gritted teeth but
    Celeste hoped she was managing it.
    Grant reached over and grabbed her phone from where it was sitting next to her.
    “Maybe I should read them. It might jog my memory about who turned the phone in.”
    “No!” Celeste made a wild grab to get it back and only succeeded in getting her
    fingers tangled with Grant‟s around the phone. Her concern and upset must have been
    plain on her face because he stopped pulling the phone to him and started to slowly
    stroke her fingers with his as he made shushing noises.
    “It‟s okay. I won‟t look.”
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    Celeste tried to calm her rapidly beating heart but his touch wasn‟t helping. She
    raised her eyes to his and got lost in their inky-dark depths. “Can I have my phone
    back, please?”
    He released his hold on both the phone and her hand, making her immediately
    wish he were touching her again. She struggled for composure. “It‟s no big deal. I‟m
    sure I‟ll find out who it is later.”
    Grant held her eyes for another few seconds before nodding and turning back to the
    conversation already in play between Noah and Rory. They seemed to be bickering
    about something, but Celeste couldn‟t seem to rouse herself to help her friend. She had
    enough problems of her own. There had been no men in her life to speak of for months
    and now she had an anonymous