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table in Café Mascarade , a French café inside the hotel. The decor reminded him of sidewalk seating in Paris—a decadent city he’d visited once and would like to return to someday on his honeymoon.
    He’d requested a booth as far away from the bustle as possible. They’d gotten a tiny table for two. Which wasn’t nearly secluded enough. He should have insisted on room service so they could talk in private.
    Kinley bugged her eyes at him. “You’re staring,” she said in an accusing tone.
    He lifted a brow. “Do you object to a man being left speechless by your beauty?”
    She had changed into a tan dress she’d cinched at her small waist with a wide leather belt. The top half of her dress fit snug and the lower half flared.
    She gave him a what-the-Hades look. “Save it for someone who doesn’t know you. I’m impervious to your lackluster charm.”
    He smiled. He wasn’t feeding her a line of shit. But it was just as well she thought he was. Truth was, the new Kinley really took some getting used to. “Impervious is a big word for such a petite thing.”
    “Is that your way of saying you don’t know what such a big word means?”
    Gone was the pig-tailed imp he remembered.
    “I see you still have a smart mouth.” Damn, she ’d changed—in a good way. Pig-tailed Kinley Foster had been easy to resist. But she’d morphed into Killer Kinley with long legs and a curvy ass. This Kinley wasn’t nearly as easy to ignore.
    She leaned forward, placed her elbows on the table, and propped her chin on her laced hands.
    He groaned, glancing pointedly at her cleavage. “You’re killing me, Foster.” Any man with a validated dude card couldn’t help but notice her tits were threatening to spill out of her V-neck dress. When had she grown those? They hadn’t been so noticeable ten years ago.
    She glanced down, blushed, and sat up straight. “Enough with the suspense, what is it we’re supposed to talk about?” She picked up her drink, awkwardly stirred her lemontini with a rock candy swizzle stick, and then sucked the drink off the stick.
    She had to be doing that on purpose. No way was she that naive. “I can’t think straight when you’re sucking on that.” His honesty surprised him and caused her to jump.
    The stick dropped out of her mouth and bounced off the table. She ducked down and then popped up with the sex prop in hand. Rolling it between her fingers, she said, “Your room is fabulous.” Her cheeks were bright red. “It must be nice to be an endowment brat and be able to afford a suite in a hotel like this.”
    Ian studied her face. He resisted the urge to ask her if she’d ever given a guy a blowjob. Not because he didn’t want to continue to shock her, but because if she said yes, he had a strange feeling he might want to strangle the recipient. “Usually when women mention my endowment, it’s not my bank account they’re referring to.”
    Her elbows slid off the table and she made an awkward movement of grabbing the table to keep her balance, snapping her swizzle stick in the process, sending one end flying at him and the other hitting her in the chin. “I see you’re still as crass as ever,” she said.
    He bit back the laughter filling his throat.
    She leaned back in her chair, her eyes warning him to choose his next words carefully.
    “Tell me, Kinley Foster, what do you do for a living when you’re not chasing a fantasy of becoming an author?” He knew the answer—elementary school librarian in the town they grew up in—but he asked anyway.
    She shook her head, causing her dangly gold hoop earrings to swing. “Enough. We’re not friends chatting over drinks. Let’s start with you answering my question.”
    He’d always liked how straightforward she was. Even when she’d been shy, and wearing orthodontic headgear, she’d always said what was on her mind when she was around him. “Okay. When I graduated from college, I decided not to go into the family