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She answered seconds later.

Today?

Yes. I’m free until 2:00.

From the bubble in the text space, he could see she was typing, but thirty seconds later, she still hadn’t sent a response. Finally, she sent:

I can’t be gone very long.

He wondered why that had taken her so long and then he got it. She thought he wanted a nooner. But then, why wouldn’t she? Up to this point, everything between them was built on sexual chemistry. He was sure there could be more. This was the first step in proving it.

Lunch. Capital Grill. Forty-five minutes. Tops.

12:30?she asked.

See you then.

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