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the man.
    It wasn’t easy to pretend disinterest. She had to admit he’d sussed her
out in that department. Part of her wondered if she could let her hair down
again and just go with the moment, like she’d done that night. It wasn’t as if
she’d committed a major sin. They were consenting adults. Nobody got hurt. So
why was she making such a big thing of it now?
    Because Reed was Ethan’s cousin.
    If, as she feared, he’d spoken to Ethan, the chances were Reed now saw
her as an easy lay. Someone to spend the night with and then move on. Even if
he hadn’t spoken to Ethan, and knew nothing at all about that night, then the
likelihood was great that if she entered into a sexual relationship with Reed
she’d run into Ethan again at some point. She didn’t want to think how tricky
and embarrassing that could be.
    Hi, Ethan. Do you remember that
night you and Marco took me to bed and both of you did the most amazing and
erotic things to me? And by the way, do you know I’m now shagging your cousin?
    Damn.
    Slut. Slut. Slut.
    Lissa ignored the mental scolding as she negotiated the chattering
hoards. She saw Reed alone at a table at the quieter end of the bar, speaking
on his cell. His jacket was slung over the back of the chair, his tie loosened
and the top button of his shirt unfastened. He’d turned up the cuffs of his
sleeves. As she neared, she noted the two empty coffee cups on the table and
hoped that meant that his business with Marco had concluded. If so, she might
be able to avoid another awkward meeting with the bar’s owner.
    Reed looked up, saw her, and ended his call. When she reached the table,
he held out his hand, all business, but his eyes told a different story as they
did a slow sweep down her body and back again. She wished for a moment that
she’d had time to change, but she’d come straight from a photo session with
barely enough time to freshen her make up and tidy her hair.
    Thankfully, it appeared Reed had been in the same boat.
    “Glad you could make it.”
    She bristled at his slow grin, unable to resist a brusque reply. “You
hardly gave me a choice.”
    “You had a choice, princess.” He gestured for her to sit and settled
himself beside her. “What are you drinking?”
    “Soda with a splash of lime. And please don’t call me princess.”
    He caught a passing server, ordered two of the same, then nodded to the
folder she placed on the table. “Did you take a look?”
    “Of course.” She’d managed to glance through it in the ladies’ room at
her afternoon assignment. “It’s an exciting project. I hadn’t realized it
actually got the go ahead.”
    “I’ll want a photographic record of the whole deal. Start to finish. Can
you handle that?”
    “No problem.”
    He picked up his cell and slid his thumb over the screen. “How are you
fixed for tomorrow?”
    “Tomorrow?”
    “For the quote. I want work to start right away. There’s already been
too many delays.”
    “I’m not sure I can get a quote for you by tomorrow. I’ll need to run
things by Tom and he’ll need to—”
    “I’ve got a window at four.” He tapped something onto his cell, then put
it back on the table. “We can meet on site. The address is in the folder.”
    “I—”
    “Great. That’s settled.” He sat back and smiled at the pretty brunette
who brought their drinks. “Could we have a couple of menus here? Thanks.”
    The waitress returned his smile and nodded, before glancing at Lissa and
moving off toward the bar. Lissa watched her go, wondering if the exaggerated
sway of her backside was for Reed’s benefit. But what did she care if it was? It
was none of her business whose ass he chose to observe.
    “You merit personal service here?” She crossed her arms in front of her
chest. “I thought it was bar service only.”
    “Personal friend of the owner.” He picked up his drink and watched her
over the rim. “I thought you’d warrant the same consideration. Under