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Her step picked up a little bounce as she strode toward table fifteen and the weight on her shoulders lost a few pounds On her way past the drink station, she swiped a silver carafe of coffee Even at four in the afternoon, the early birders liked their coffee right away

Josie whipped out a pen “So, what'll you have?”

The words were barely out of her mouth when her heart stopped

Saone twelve rounds in the octagon and the ame, whom she'd assuh he'd spent the night undisturbed by what-ifs Instead, he was all broad shoulders, golden hazel eyes and sex appeal The bastard looked delicious

Eventually, the shock wore off and her heart revived, beating so fast she felt the thrum in her ears and her body sizzled underneath her plain black T-shirt and ever-present jeans

“Hey! I know you” The younger man broke the silence “You were one of the waitresses at our poker game That jerk sure did deserve it”

“Uh, thanks” She couldn't tear her gaze away fro her want to nibble on the lobes, right after she boxed them

The et closer to the wolanced up at Josie “Sorry about that This jerk grabbed her tits…” He srabs her…breasts during the poker gainor to carry the drinks and whacks hiht to behold”

He relaxed back, a goofy grin on his face

For his part, Saone perfectly still The sun streaht-brown hair and bringing out the auburn highlights On another man, she'd assume those streaks had come from a stylist's talented hands, but not with Sam No, he was too earthy for that Not to er down below Her nipples hardened at thethe do-not-want alert her brain telegraphed

The woaze flicked back and forth between Josie and Sa “May I have some?”

Yanked out of her daze, Josie blinked a few ti to remember why she was here “Uh, yeah”

“Josie,” Sam's low voice rumbled

His voice rolled over her like a protective blanket and for a second, she enjoyed the warh the coht

A tight smile pinched her cheeks and she jutted out her hip “Do I know you?” She cocked her head to one side, sending her curls bouncing “Oh yeah, you were at the poker gaht? Scotch, neat, if I remember correctly”