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She smooths her sexy mess of hair down. “That still doesn’t explain—”

“I don’t usually date nice girls, remember? It’s been a week since you were in my bed, and I needed a reminder on how nice girls kiss, so I don’t screw tonight up.”

Lame, Carson. So lame.

She’s not buying it any more than I’m selling it, but she nods her head. “You’re up to speed now?”

“Yeah,” I say, even though I want to kiss her some more—everywhere, all afternoon.

“Then we probably shouldn’t do it again.”

“You’re right.” She’s about to move past me when I block the door. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to answer,” she says, throwing my words back at me.

I grin. “You’re going to Onyx for drinks with Sara. It’s across the street from Il Mercato. Did you choose that lounge so you could keep tabs on me?”

“That’s exactly why I chose it.”

“Are you worried I’m going to screw things up?”

“I’m worried about a lot of things, Alec.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

Megan

YEAH, I’M DEFINITELY worried about a lot of things, especially this afternoon’s heated kiss in the men’s change room. My God, what was he thinking, and then to play it off as practice? I don’t know what was going through his head, I only know what was going through mine, and that was to shut the damn door and finish what he started.

I toy with my wineglass and stare out the window as I wait for Sara to arrive. I came to Onyx a bit earlier, wanting to catch a glimpse of Danielle, and possibly to see Alec dressed in the clothes we picked out for him today. I have no doubt he’s going to charm the pants right off the sweet schoolteacher, or rather the pretty blue dress, as that’s what she was wearing when she got out of the cab. She came here alone, but I have a feeling she won’t be leaving solo.

Shoes tapping on the floor catch my attention and I turn to see Sara rushing toward me, dressed in a pencil skirt similar to mine, and a blue blouse similar to my white one.

“Sorry, I’m late,” she says, and leans down to give me a hug. “I got caught up at work, and you know how that is.” She sits across from me, and the hostess lets us know our server will be with us shortly. “Are you eating or are we just having drinks?” Sara asks as she flicks her auburn hair from her shoulders. We might be cousins, but we look so much alike we could easily pass as sisters.

My stomach grumbles, a reminder that I haven’t eaten since lunch with Alec. “I could use some food,” I say, and flip open my menu. The server comes, and Sara orders a glass of white wine, while I get a refill on mine. Maybe alcohol will help me forget I just sent the man I used to love, and recently had sex with, on a date in his quest for marriage.

“Tell me, what is this event you’re setting up for Alec?” Sara asks, and I angle my head, glance across the street again when the front doors of Il Mercato open. Alec arrived before Danielle, dropped off by his driver, and they’ve been in there for a half hour now. I shouldn’t expect them to be finished so soon but I can’t help myself from checking every five seconds. “Something interesting over there?” Sara asks, and scans the street.

I take a sip of wine. “Very,” I say.

She leans toward me, almost conspiratorial. “Do tell.”

“New York’s most eligible bachelor is in that restaurant, with a woman who might be his future wife.”

Sara’s jaw drops open, and she blinks several times. “Alec is getting married?”

“Something like that.”

“Wow, I never thought I’d see the day.” We both go quiet when the waiter returns with the wine. She takes a sip, waits until he leaves and then asks, “Who’s the lucky girl?”

“Don’t know yet.”

She toys with the stem of her glass and gives me a look that suggests I might be l

osing my mind.

“Wait, I’m confused—”

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