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else for that matter. He was used to being in command, taking control of every situation.
    “I can’t go out. I smell like a restaurant,” she protested.
    It sounde d like a pout from a child. But if she wasn’t interested, she wouldn’t have come over to remind him she didn’t date. He almost laughed but restrained himself, realizing he was going to get his wish. He wanted this badly. Something about this woman had his insides bubbling.
    He moved his head closer, keeping his eyes indifferent. “You smell fine to me. Besides, I’ve been sitting here for hours, so I don’t think I would notice anyway.”
    “I look terrible. My hair’s a mess. I don’t have any makeup on, and look at the way I am dressed.” She glanced down at her uniform.
    Following her gaze to her restaurant-issued shirt and khaki shorts, Jordan grinned. She was surrendering, and he was reveling in his victory, now to seize control. “It’s just coffee, Jaynee. If you want to get gussied-up when I invite you on a real date that will be awesome, but right now I just want to talk to you for a while. I saw a Starbucks a couple blocks away; I’ll see you when you finish work.”
    Smiling, he turned away, focusing his attention elsewhere. He gave the bartender a friendly nod. “Nice meetin ’ you, Billy. See ya around.”
    He hoped it would work. He hoped she wouldn’t leave him sitting there like a dope. Perhaps he offended her by calling her Jaynee. How presumptuous he was behaving. He never pressed a girl to go out with him. But, he needed at least one opportunity to survey these unbridled emotions running rampant through his mind.
    He left the restaurant with one fleeting glance in her direction. Her mouth was all but hanging open as she watched hi m walk away. Yes, it would work; she’d be there. He ambled off , grinning ear to ear.
     
    C.J. stood there speechless, her jaw dropped in a catatonic stupor, baffled by her reaction.
    She thought she was in control. She just wanted to tease him, never considering for a second that he’d be able to turn the tables on her. But he did, and she felt all warm and fuzzy inside. He called her Jaynee again. She liked the way he said her middle name with that drawl. Would she go to meet him? Did she have a choice?
    No man had ever affected her in this manner. Not even the one whose letter she’d repeatedly crumbled in her pocket, and she had spent years with him. Wasted was a more accurate depiction. Would Jordan be the equivalent? He didn’t even live in Florida. Where could this possibly lead? That was the thought confirming her resolution. It was just coffee, nothing more as he ’d suggested. If she didn’t go, she’d always wonder.
     
    Jordan waited patiently. It was only eight thirty, and he figured it would take her until at least nine to finish up at work and walk through the door at Starbucks.
    She only had one table she was attending when he left. He wanted to offer to pay their bill if they’d leave, but he couldn’t. She would think he was insane. She probably already thought he was controlling, but he knew she just needed a push. Why would anyone as pretty as her not date?
    His eyes focused on the door every time it opened. He sat at a small table in the corner where she would sit across from him. She would come, he was certain. He saw something in her eyes. No doubt, she felt the instant attraction, too.
    It was after nine o’clock. How long would he wait? Until they closed and if she didn’t show…what then? Would he return to the restaurant tomorrow and allow her to reject him again? Yes, without a moment’s hesitation.
    The door opened again. He glanced up, and she was there.
    Unable to masquerade his elation, he smiled wide and stood as she walked toward him. He pulled out the chair for her to sit. She was more reserved, but smiled back warmly.
    Jaynee had removed her barrette, and her hair fell around her shoulders and down her back in light curls. Her full lips glistened,