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see you,” she said, suddenly feeling uncomfortable standing above him and making small talk. “See you again tomorrow, I guess. I’ll have everything ready.”
    He made a little nod and smile and Savannah turned and went to the counter. She found her heart was racing. Just being around Zac made her nervous, in a way she hadn’t felt with any other client. It was distressing, but she realized she’d never had a client who was simply drop-dead beautiful before. As she stood at the counter, she shifted from foot to foot, trying to rid her body of a jittery sense of electricity that had built up during the short conversation. She didn’t want to admit to herself how turned on she was by Zac, because he was going to be paying her a fair amount of money.
    Elaine smiled knowingly and started making the latte. Savannah caught her eye. “Thanks,” she said in a loud whisper.
    “For what? Telling a rich businessman about my friend’s business? Don’t worry about it.”
    “Well, I appreciate it. He hired me. It’s a great project.”
    “Wow! I didn’t know I had that much influence.”
    Savannah got her drink and walked toward the door. As she passed Zac’s table, he looked up and said, “Excuse me, Savannah.”
    “Yes?”
    “Would you care to join me? I’m a bit lonely here with just my books. I could use a bit of company.”
    “Uhh, sure.” She sat in the chair opposite, and Zac pushed several books aside and stacked others to make room for her to set her latte and book down.
    “Hey,” he said. “The new Google book! I read it last night.”
    She was confused. “Last night? Like, the whole thing?”
    “Well, most of it. I read pretty fast.”
    “And…what’d you think?”
    “Good read. Wild ride. You’ll like it, if you like tech stuff.”
    “I love tech stuff. It’s kind of what I’m into.”
    He gave her a weird look, then it was gone and he gestured at his own books. “These are just—whatever looked good, I grabbed it. History of warfare, the latest Dan Brown, some cool-looking young adult paranormal romance novel, one by some guy who used to be homeless, The Corrections , something about weird sexual positions. A little bit of everything.”
    She flicked up her eyebrows, curious that he wasn’t embarrassed to mention buying a book on sex. “And how many have you read so far?”
    “Only seven,” he said, deadpan. 
    Savannah’s mouth opened in surprise, then closed again. “Seven?”
    “Sorry, just kidding. Couldn’t help it. I haven’t read any yet, aside from the Google one, but I’ve skimmed parts of a few. Not sure where to start.”
    Savannah sipped her latte to fill the silence. She felt uncomfortable, like she was being pulled in every direction at once. First, this man looks familiar and she wonders who he is. Then he appears in her shop and immediately hires her for a project without even knowing anything about her. He’s her client, and she’s his vendor—a very specific business relationship. She still wonders who he is, but discovers she’s powerfully attracted to him, physically and emotionally. Now she finds herself sitting down with him and talking in a purely friendly, social way.
    It was all very weird. Exciting, but weird. Not something she imagined happening in this little town in Oregon.
    She didn’t know if she should keep chatting with him like a friend, or leave and go back to work. After a moment’s pondering, she decided to go back to work, but realized before she got up that she didn’t have a business card or anything with all his information on it. She still didn’t even know his last name. There was no way she was going to make the same mistake she’d made with the slimy gallery owners back in New York. This time she was going to have an iron-clad contract and check him out ahead of time, as much as she could.
    “I’m sorry, but I should get back to work. Do you have a business card, by chance?”
    “Oh, sure,” he replied, looking sheepish