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I consider him.

“Sure,” I nod.

He points to my cup. “I’m pretty sure that coffee isn’t hot anymore.”

I close both hands around the cup. “You’re right. It’s lukewarm now.”

“I’ll get you another extra tall, extra hot latte. I’ll get myself one as well.”

“I appreciate it.”

“Grab that table over there and we’ll talk,” Rod tells me.

Rod Wolfe wants to talk?

I must be in worse shape than I think.

“Okay,” I nod.

Linc and I have our offices and warehouses in Culver City. After stepping out of the limelight—and rehab—Rod stepped into a successful new career. He and his business partner are behind the production of music videos of countless chart-topping singers and bands. Their studio is also in Culver City. There are other great coffee shops in the area, but for some reason, I always end up at But First, Coffee. It’s the same for Rod.

In no time, he struts back with more than just coffee.

I catch a woman staring at Rod, biting against her lower lip as if she’s having a moment. He’s what women call, tall, dark and handsome. Rod Wolfe never enters a room unnoticed.

“I figured you might be hungry,” he says, dropping the tray containing our coffees and an assortment of breakfast pastries on the table before slipping into the seat across from me.

“Actually, I’m starved,” I say. “Thanks for this.”

“Don’t mention it,” he tells me.

For a few long minutes, we enjoy our breakfast in companionable silence. From time to time, I catch Rod shooting me concerned glances.

“So, what’s this is about a rough night?” he asks without much more of a preamble.

I drop my morning glory muffin on the tray, grab the napkin to wipe my hands and my mouth before crumpling it into a ball. “I spent most of it thinking about my mom and Annmarie,” I tell him.

“Sorry to hear that,” he says. “What triggered it?”

“Remember my match from the Ruined party?”

Rod frowns. “Wild Strawberry? The sexy blonde with legs that wouldn’t quit? The one you were lucky enough to be paired with? That match?”

I guess she made an impression on him.

“Yeah, her.”

“What about her, other than she was perfect?”

You have no idea.

“I bumped into her yesterday as I was coming out of a meeting with my lawyers.”

“No shit!” he exclaims.

“I couldn’t believe it either.”

“She’s one sweet little thing.”

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