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know.”
    “I’m sure you can keep my secret.” She uncrossed her arms and stepped closer but kept a few safe feet between us. “I’ve missed you since last week. Here for business, or stalking me?”
    I started to respond when we heard footsteps. She placed a finger over her lips and eased back toward the private stalls. But before closing the door, she reminded me, “You still haven’t called, have you?”
    I smiled but before I could answer, she closed the stall door and a kid (teenager?) entered the bathroom. He was wearing a polo shirt and long shorts, roughly twenty-ish but likely a little younger.
    Leaving the bathroom and the young tech-millionaire at the urinal, I started back down the hall and toward those wooden-block stairs when I was reminded of my new appreciation for the existence of magic.
    Stepping down from the top floor, Violet moved with an elegant grace. She noticed my surprise and how I glanced back toward the men’s room, and the smile on her face, the same smile from the men’s room a few seconds ago only bigger, put me at ease. The space around us melted away like wax.
    “Wow,” I said, stopping at the bottom stair, mostly because my legs refused to work. I clapped quietly. “Two places, one time.”
    She kept smiling and stopped once she was close enough to me that I could feel her breath on my face. She stared down at me with those gorgeous eyes. “That’s my thing, Carter.”
    “Can I call you tonight?” I asked, my voice raspy and quiet.
    “I hope so,” she said, offering a nod that reminded me of my school years. “Because I might just have one more surprise for you before the day is over.”
    I gulped. “Is that right?”
    We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, the two of us on the stairs with nothing else around us.
    “Maybe I’ll have a surprise for you, too,” I admitted, regretting the comment the moment it slipped past my lips.
    A door opened behind us and reality flooded into our space. “That’s my cue.” As she stepped past me, her fingertip traced the forearm of my crisp, white shirt. Her touch numbed me, immobilizing my soul.
    Magic, yes.
    The finest.
    Because that was Violet. She was magic.
    And I believed in her.

4

     
    Violet reeked of perfection. Sleeping, fucking, or even jogging with sweat dripping down her back and into the crack of her ass, she reeked of perfection. I inhaled that perfection as we stood in the middle of our half-moon driveway, walking off the exhaustion from our ten-mile run.
    “I want to lick you,” I panted, leaning forward and placing my hands on my knees.
    Tilting her head back so she could see the purple fading sky, Violet laughed. “I saw the guy from the show today,” she admitted. “At this corporate function you set up.”
    The burn and ache from the run stretched up into my neck and formed a clenching fist at the base of my skull. “Carter Borden? What happened to James? Jesus.”
    “Mmhmm.” She walked to the garage doors, flipping open the cover on the keypad. I watched her long, dark-polished nails hammer out the code. “Quite the coincidence, that’s all.”
    “What does that mean?” I panted.
    “I have to get ready.”
    I jumped out of my crouched position, stretched those tight neck muscles and followed her into the garage. Hitting the close button on the keypad, I waited for the door to roll shut before stripping out of my shirt and stepping up to the pull-up bar that hung from the ceiling. I jumped up and squeezed out fourteen quick pull-ups, aware that Violet was watching me. I enjoyed tickling her appetite.
    Lowering myself to the floor, I admired her stare on me. We stood like this, several feet apart, staring. At last, she pulled her workout shirt and bra up over her head. Her nipples looked light and withered from the physical activity. Our eyes remained locked, even as her thumbs slid into the waist of her pants and started easing them down.
    “Wait,” I said.
    She stopped.
    I