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Logan pulled his gaze from the empty bus stop to accept the sunglasses. His hand was shaking.

The others exchanged worried glances.

“You sure you’re okay?” Reid asked. “You look like you just saw a fucking ghost.”

Logan swallowed hard and shoved on his sunglasses. “It was nothing.”

Hunter frowned, unconvinced. “Brassard—”

“I’m fine.” Logan turned and stalked off to his truck.

He’d just chased down an apparition of a woman he hadn’t seen in twenty years.

He was anything but fine.

Chapter Nine

MEADOW

By the time meadow and her aunt returned from shopping and sightseeing, she had just enough time to shower and change into a red off-the-shoulder sweater with tapered black pants before Bianca arrived to pick her up for dinner.

Her soror was a pretty, full-figured woman with stylishly layered hair and skin the color of Godiva chocolate. She was wearing a red belted knit dress with matching Jimmy Choo pumps.

She took one look at Meadow’s red sweater and grinned delightedly. “Twinsies!”

They both laughed and shared a warm hug.

“Sorry you missed my aunt,” Meadow said. “She had to leave for work. Even though she doesn’t go on air until ten, she has to be at the studio a few hours beforehand.”

Bianca waved a manicured hand. “No worries. I’ll have plenty of opportunities to meet her now that you’re moving to Denver.”

She’d squealed in Meadow’s ear that morning when she’d called to share her good news. Bianca had been meeting with a client and couldn’t talk long, but her excitement had thoroughly warmed Meadow’s heart.

She grabbed her handbag and cropped leather jacket, then locked the front door and followed Bianca to her pearl-white Acura.

As they climbed into the car, Bianca said apologetically, “I’m sorry our sorors couldn’t join us tonight. They already had plans, but they’re eager to see you again and welcome you to Denver. In the meantime, I have some special friends I want you to meet. They’re joining us at the restaurant.”

Meadow smiled. “Sounds good.”

On the way to the downtown restaurant, Bianca asked Meadow a bunch of questions about her new job. “I’m so excited that Gamenetic is located in the Denver Tech Center,” she gushed. “I work over there, too. So we’ll be able to have lunch together when I’m not traveling.”

Meadow beamed. “Yay.”

Bianca had a bubbly, effervescent personality that served her well as a marketing representative and as president of their sorority’s local chapter.

As she drove, she told Meadow about the upcoming sorority events she was organizing. They all sounded exciting, and Meadow eagerly volunteered to help.

During a brief lull in the conversation, she gave Bianca a sidelong smile. “So how are things going with Nelson?”

“Good,” Bianca said with a quietly radiant smile. It was the smile of a woman deeply in love. Meadow wondered what that must be like.

They arrived at the restaurant and valet parked before strolling arm in arm toward the entrance. It was a Friday night so the restaurant was pretty full. It was one of those chic places that catered to a young, upwardly mobile crowd.

Bianca gave her name to the hostess, a sleek blonde who belonged on a runway.

“Your table will be ready in a few minutes. Would you like to wait at the bar with the rest of your party?” The hostess pointed toward two young black women sitting at the bar. They were laughing and sipping cocktails while two attractive guys hit on them.

Bianca grinned at the scene. “If those dudes knew who my girls are engaged to, they wouldn’t even think about trying to spit game.”

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