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hear him over the music. “The same for me and my friend. Crown and Coke
for the lady.”
Meg shook her head. “I don’t know if it’s sexy as hell or stalkerish that
you were watching me long enough to know what I drank before we started
dancing.”
Theo shrugged a single shoulder. “You can see a lot from the VIP
lounge. You caught my eye—both of our eyes.”
“I guess I did.” She leaned back against the seat more firmly. “What
brings you to New York?”
Theo waited for the bartender to deposit their drinks—bourbon for him
and Galen, Crown and Coke for Meg—and leaned forward a little. “That
isn’t the question you want to ask.”
She mirrored his move, bringing their faces kissably close. “Pretty sure
it’s exactly the question I want to ask since I just asked it.”
“Mmmm.” He twined a lock of her dark hair around his finger, giving it
a gentle tug. The desire that flared across her face in response gave away
more than she could possibly know. Theo ran his thumb over the hair,
enjoying this small connection. A prelude of things to come. “The question
you’re dying to ask, princess, is if we’re really offering what you think
we’re offering.”
She went so still, he suspected she held her breath. “And what do I think
you’re offering?”
“The answer is yes, you know.” He released her and sat back. “Us. You.
Tonight.”
Meg blinked and gave herself a shake. “Arrogant, aren’t you?”
“I know what I want. I don’t see a point in pussyfooting around.”
She reached for her drink with a shaking hand and tossed the tiny straws
aside. Meg took a passably large gulp and set the drink back on the table.
She turned to Galen. “He talks a lot and you don’t seem to have much to
say.”
Galen didn’t take his attention from the VIP lounge. “In this instance,
Theo speaks for me.”
Some steel slid back into her spine and the strength reappeared in her
tone. “I’d rather have you speak for yourself.”
“Doubt you’d like it.”
“Try me.”