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                  “You sound like Nina Simone most of the time, Mockingbird,” he said softly.
    Hannah moved in toward him and he slid his hand to the back of her neck, stroking her hairline, soothing her. He thought she was skittish and would back away but he was wrong. Instead, she kissed him, long and unhurried, her soft lips brushing against his, tugging at his lower lip until she felt him smile. Jasper deepened the kiss, parting her lip and pulling her into his arms. When she drew back, he had trouble catching his breath. She laid a hand on his chest and he knew she felt his heart racing.
    “I hate to have to say it but, Mississippi goddamn, Hannah.” He grinned. “What are you doing?”
    “Fastening your shirt. I guess I got going on your buttons without thinking.” She sounded sheepish.
    “Go out with me. Dinner, coffee, pancakes, noodles, your choice. Just sit across from me and look at me the way you are right now.” He took her hand for the second time since he’d known her and kissed it, this time softly, almost reverently. She swayed toward him a little, tipping her head back to be kissed again when the knock sounded.
    “This seems to be the place,” the tall blonde said, flashing white teeth in a feral smile. “I’m Anna. I got the text to be here, dressed for an awards dinner. Am I early?”
    The girl was six feet tall, willowy and graceful, wrapped in a white blouson dress just sheer enough to make the absence of underwear evident. Her hair came to her waist in a glossy straight sweep, and everything about her was smooth, tanned and muscular.
    Hannah backed away.
    “You’re in the right place. I’m the one who’s wrong,” she said. She grabbed the cash off his desk that she’d put there. “And you can pay for the bloody noodles, you jackass. You’re far too good for him. You look like a Valkyrie, in the best possible way, and he gives those phones out to everyone. I even have one. Find someone more discerning next time. He might be good for one night, but I wouldn’t waste my time. ” She stomped out of his office.
     
     
     

Chapter 5
    Jasper and Hannah
     
    “He is disgusting. Never again. Never. He is nothing but a promiscuous pig, and I hope he dies a horrible death from some venereal disease. I can’t believe I kissed him. He is repulsive. I must be so lonely that I’m losing all judgment. Maybe I need to see a counselor. How could I have ever thought—” Hannah ranted under her breath all the way home.
    “And that girl. So cliché! A tall blonde in a skimpy dress. Couldn’t he at least have been original and had a thing for busty redheads, just for the novelty? I mean, I still wouldn’t qualify for consideration in his nutso little criteria game, but at least it wouldn’t be so pathetically textbook. He’s insecure in his masculinity and needs a universally prized possession, i.e. a gorgeous blonde trophy wife to validate him. There should be some spiritual law that prevents egomaniacal assholes from acting like they’re decent human beings. He sent me noodles, he called me ‘mockingbird’, and I really liked that, goddammit.” 
    By the time she got her door unlocked, she was in tears. She took a hot bath and forced herself to drink tea with honey so all the sobbing didn’t leave her throat raw. She was fairly sure the soothing tea was rendered ineffective by the fact that she was crying even while she was drinking it. There was no way she was jealous of that Barbie doll, of that vacuous arm candy he was taking to an awards dinner. A boring awards dinner with bad food, probably. She was just disappointed because she had felt a spark with him. Hell, she’d felt an inferno that could have consumed national forests and caused burn advisories for a two hundred mile radius the first time he kissed her hand.
    His name was Jasper, something old-fashioned and beautiful. Couldn’t he have been called something less memorable, something she’d have to