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Promise a guy anything to nab him, then look blank when he expects you to deliver.” The bartender set the Scotch in front of David, who lifted the glass to his lips and took a swallow. “The way I see it, a man’s got a housekeeper, a cook and a good secretary, what more does he need?”
    â€œNothing,” Chase said glumly, “not one thing.”
    The bartender put a glass of Chardonnay before David, who picked it up. He turned and looked across the room. Chase followed his gaze to a table where a cool-looking, beautiful brunette sat in regal solitude.
    A muscle knotted in David’s jaw. He took another swallow of Scotch.
    â€œUnfortunately,” he said, “there is one other thing. And it’s what most often gets poor bastards like you and me in trouble.”
    Chase thought of the feel of Annie in his arms on the dance floor, just a couple of hours ago.
    â€œPoor bastards, is right,” he said, and lifted his glass to David. “Well, you and I both know better. Bed ‘em and forget ’em, I say.”
    David laughed and clinked his glass against Chase’s. “I’ll drink to that.”
    â€œTo what? What are you guys up to, hidden away over here?”
    Both men turned around. Dawn, radiant in white lace and with Nick at her side, beamed at them.
    â€œDaddy,” she said, kissing her father’s cheek. “And Mr. Chambers. I’m so glad you could make it.”
    â€œI am, too.” David held his hand out to her groom. “You’re a lucky man, son. Take good care of her.”
    Nick nodded as the men shook hands. “I intend to, sir.”
    Dawn kissed Chase again. “Get out and circulate, Daddy. That’s an order.”
    Chase tossed her a mock salute. The bridal pair moved off, and he sighed. “That’s the only good thing comes of a marriage. A kid, to call your own.”
    David nodded. “I agree. I’d always hoped...” He shrugged, then picked up his drink and the glass of white wine. “Hey, Cooper,” he said, with a quick grin, “you stand around a bar long enough, you get maudlin. Anybody ever tell you that?”
    â€œYes,” Chase said. “My attorney, five years ago when we got wasted after my divorce was finalized.”
    The men smiled at each other, and then David Chambers slapped Chase lightly on the back.
    â€œTake Dawn’s advice. Circulate. There’s a surprising assortment of good-looking single women here, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
    â€œFor a lawyer,” Chase said with a chuckle, “sometimes you manage to come up with some pretty decent suggestions. What’s with the brunette at your table? She spoken for?”
    David’s eyes narrowed just the slightest bit. “She is, for the present.”
    â€œYeah?”
    â€œYeah,” the attorney said. He was smiling, but there was a look in his eye that Chase recognized. He grinned.
    â€œYou dirty dog, you. Well, never mind. I’ll—what did my daughter call it? Circulate. That’s it. I’ll circulate, and see what’s available.”
    The men made their goodbyes. Chase finished his drink, refused to give the bartender the satisfaction of telling him he wouldn’t pour him another, and circulated himself right out the door.
    * * *
    Annie kicked off her shoes, put her feet up on the old chintz-covered ottoman she kept promising herself she’d throw out and puffed out a long, deep sigh.
    â€œWell,” she said, “that’s over.”
    Deb, seated opposite her on the sofa, nodded in agreement.
    â€œOver and done with.” She flung her arms along the top of the sofa and kicked off her shoes, too. “And I’ll bet you’re glad it is.”
    â€œGlad?” Annie pursed her lips and blew a very unladylike raspberry. “That doesn’t even come close. I’ll bet Custer had an easier time planning the battle at Little Bighorn than I