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It was funny how life turned out

Settling in on the velvet-covered settee in the Corsair Club’s private party roolass of wine from the open bar

“Looking for one of these?” The lass of her favorite chardonnay

Whereas everyone else in the roo cocktail dresses, the tall, dark and handsolers, cowboy boots and a crisp white dress shirt If he’d had a tie or a sports coat on at one ti by how his shirtsleeves were rolled halfway up his corded forearms Not that she noticed that, or had scoped out the way his broad shoulders filled the shirt to perfection, or was tempted to ask hiood in those jeans as she iined

Men were no longer on her to-do list But wine? Yeah, that she could do

“Thank you” She took the glass and drank a sip

Theup most of the settee she wasn’t already parked on One of his jean-clad legs brushed against her bare knee and for the first tihs together

Unable to figure out how to inch away to allow for space between thes The h a bit more than she was coli him

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced” He held out his hand “I’m Isaac Camacho”

She knew that nao with it every time she entered in expense reports “You ith the B-Squad”

He nodded “On a coo basis as a freelancer”

“Why’s that?” From the number of clients she’d had to turn away in the past month, she knew the team could use another member

“I’ve been told I don’t play ith others”

His grin did so funny to her stomach

“Now that really is too bad It’s important to play nice—mostly” It came out before she could stop it Da of choice for too long and she’d sworn off