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smile. “I told you I was single, remember?”
    “You told me you didn’t have a boyfriend, because you’re a lesbian. You never told me you were single.”
    “Well, I’m single. Does that mean I’m allowed to flirt?”
    Dana’s heart thump-thumped. Face hot, she forced herself to continue the playful conversation. “I thought you weren’t coming on to me.”
    “That was before I realized that you cared whether or not I had a girlfriend,” Laurel said. “Now I’ve decided to admit that I was coming on to you. A little.”
    “I never said I cared whether or not you were single. I just wondered.”
    “Well, now you know.”
    “Now I do.” Dana moved her gaze rapid-fire over every inch of the elevator car in a kind of desperation to figure out what to say next.
    She locked onto Laurel’s backpack. “Do you have any snacks in your bag?”
    Laurel gave her a knowing smile. “I might. Craving anything in particular?”
    “How about a nice slice of angel food cake with chocolate whipped cream topping?”
    “I don’t know about that, but I’ll see what I can do.” Laurel reached across the elevator car for her backpack, her bottom thrusting into the air only inches away from Dana’s arm.
    She had a lovely shape, and it occurred to Dana just how easy it would be to give her ass a nice squeeze. She flinched in shock at her own thoughts. Good. Now I’m on the verge of assaulting her. Laurel had only allowed herself to be groped earlier because Scott had paid for her professional services. Dana moved her hand discreetly beneath her thigh, trapping it against the floor. Don’t go and make a fool of yourself now.
    Laurel sat back and extracted something from her backpack, asking, “Special K bar? I’ve only got one. It’s peaches and berries.”
    Dana’s stomach growled. “You’d be my hero if you split it with me. I skipped lunch, and hadn’t gotten around to dinner yet.”
    “Take it. It’s yours.”
    “I couldn’t do that,” Dana’s hand twitched beneath her thigh, eager to snatch the bar. “I don’t want to take your only piece of food.”
    “I didn’t say it was the only thing I had. I’ve got some dessert that I thought we’d save for later.”
    Dana wasn’t in the mood to be stoic. “Okay,” she said, holding out her hand.
    Laurel handed it over with an easy smile. “That’s probably another reason you got a headache. You shouldn’t be skipping meals.”
    Dana rolled her eyes and tore off the wrapper with gusto. She took a healthy bite and chewed, letting her eyes close at the pleasant flavor.
    “This is ambrosia,” she moaned.
    Laurel laughed. “Shit, if I’d known that all it would take was a back rub and a breakfast bar, I would’ve soothed the savage beast a couple of hours ago.”
    “With me, slow and easy is best. Dropping out of ‘bitch mode’ too fast causes whiplash, or so I’m told.”
    “Slow and easy, huh?” Laurel gave Dana a shit-eating grin. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
    “You do that,” Dana murmured, then blinked in shock. She was actually flirting back.
    And if the look on Laurel’s face was any indication, she was doing it well.

H OUR S IX —12:00 A.M.
    W hy the hell do you have whipped cream in your bag?”
    Laurel’s face was a delightful shade of rosy pink. She broke their eye contact, gazing down at the floor. “It was…”
    Dana got the feeling that she was being obtuse, but she honestly didn’t understand Laurel’s embarrassment. “For dessert?” she asked.
    “For my breasts.” Laurel reached into her backpack and pulled out a small box of birthday candles. “Happy birthday.”
    Dana handed the can of whipped cream back to Laurel. “You were going to let me—”
    “Lick it off. Yes.” Laurel shoved the can of whipped cream and the box of candles back into her bag, not meeting Dana’s eyes. “You think I’m a complete slut, right?”
    Strangely, that had been the last thought on Dana’s mind. No, I think you’re a