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his taste. Besides, she reminded him of his ex-fiancée.

      “You’re right on time, Evan,” she said brightly, holding a glittering star and standing on a short ladder. “I can’t reach the top.” She demonstrated by stretching so high that pretty much everyone in the lobby noticed that she wore pink lacy underwear.

      Evan kept his eyes on her face as he stayed en route to the double doors. “Where’s Leroy?” The ex-basketball-player-turned-security-guard wouldn’t even need the ladder.

      “I don’t know,” she said petulantly. “Can’t you help me?”

      “I’m running late.” He hesitated and glanced out the glass doors. “All right.”

      She smiled and handed him the star before slowly descending the ladder, with a seductive sway to her curvy hips.

      The tree had to be eight feet tall and since he was only six-two he didn’t dare try securing the star without using the ladder. He got up a couple of rungs and felt Melinda’s hand near his right thigh. He frowned down at her.

      “I’m holding the ladder for you,” she said with a wink.

      He ignored her, placed the star on the top of the tree and then quickly got down.

      “You’re leaving early.” The woman had no concept of personal space.

      He backed away from her, at the same time glancing out the glass doors. He spotted Liza pulling into a parking space. “I’ve got to go.”

      “You have a date or something?” she asked in a teasing tone.

      “Yeah,” he said, and headed out of the building without giving her a second look.

      The sky was darker and the air chillier than when he’d come to work midmorning. He buttoned his jacket as he walked, watching for Liza, his gaze staying on the large black SUV she’d parked behind. A second later he saw her, dressed in jeans and a bulky red sweater that unfortunately hid her curves. He waved to get her attention.

      “What are you doing out here?” she asked as soon as she got close enough.

      Evan checked his watch. “Weren’t we supposed to meet at four fifteen?”

      Resentment flashed in her eyes. “Too embarrassed to be seen with me inside?”

      “Never even crossed my mind. I was done, and I walked out here to meet you. Is that a problem?”

      Her gaze flickered toward the station doors. “No.”

      “Shall we take my car?”

      “I guess.”

      He didn’t appreciate her indifferent tone. “Look, if you’ve changed your mind, no problem.”

      Liza shook her head. “No, I’m sorry. I’d like to have a drink with you. Anyplace. You choose.”

      Evan tried not to smile. Originally she’d asked him just to go for coffee, which was okay because he’d considered it a nice start. A drink was better. Maybe it would even lead to dinner. “How about we go to Sardis?”

      “That’s a couple blocks away, isn’t it?”

      He nodded.

      “Let’s walk.”

      “You’re not cold?”

      Liza laughed. Nice husky sound. “It’s only the beginning of December. Ask me next month.”

      Would she still be around then? Naturally he said nothing. He simply walked alongside her, and when they got to the sidewalk, promptly swung around to take the outside position closer to the street.

      Her lips lifted in amusement. “A perfect Southern gentleman, I see.”

      He shrugged sheepishly. “My grandfather once made me promise to never let a woman walk on the street side. Do you know how the custom came about?”

      “Ah, no.”

      Evan smiled. He could tell she didn’t care but she was going to hear it anyway. “It started back in the old west. Unpaved roads, puddles of water…you starting to get the picture?”

      She shook her head in mock disgust, but he saw the smile dancing at the corners of her mouth.

      “A gentleman always walked on the outside to protect the women from getting their long skirts splashed.”

      She laughed, making her eyes sparkle. She wasn’t classically pretty but she had an interesting face. Her eyes were small and almond-shaped, and her nose looked as if it had been sculpted by a skilled surgeon. Although she didn’t strike him as a woman who’d go in for that kind of thing.

      He smiled. “And now you know.”

      “Is that true?”

      “I have no idea.”

      Her eyebrows arched. “You made it up?”

      “No, I heard it from my grandfather. I imagine he did read it somewhere, though. I remember him always reading a book or newspaper.”

      She looked away. “I don’t remember my grandparents. I was a baby when they died.”

      “All four of them?”

      “Yeah,” she said, showing undue interest in the Santa window display they were passing.

      He got that it might be a sore subject and dropped it. “You look nice.”

      She gave him an annoyed look. “This is a drink, okay? You’re not getting lucky.”

      “No problem. I’m celibate.” As much as he wanted to see Liza’s expression, he had to look away because he had a lousy poker face.

      Fortunately, at that moment they arrived at the bar, both of them going for the door, but he got it first. He held it open for her.

      “Celibate and a gentleman. This is going to be interesting,” she murmured as she proceeded him.

      Evan followed her, disturbed by the new view he was getting. The sweater wasn’t hiding any curves. She’d lost a lot of weight. About twenty pounds that she hadn’t needed to lose. Was she sick? Was that the reason for her sudden disappearance? Is that why she needed the lottery money?

      The light vanilla fragrance of her hair distracted him, and drew him closer than was polite. When she stopped suddenly, he nearly rammed into her. She turned to say something and their eyes met. She didn’t look pleased.

      “There’s a table over there,” he said, discreetly backing up a foot.

      She hesitated, her gaze turning toward the dimly lit room, the walls covered with racing memorabilia and autographed pictures. Artificial garlands interwoven with Christmas lights were draped along the heavy wooden bar. A Christmas tree stood in the corner but it hadn’t been decorated yet. There were a lot of customers for the time of day, talking and laughing or thoughtfully sipping their cocktails.

      Evan only recognized one person who worked at the station—a cameraman from another show that was filmed down the hall. Luckily, he had nothing to do with Just Between Us and he was probably new enough that Liza wouldn’t recognize him.

      “This okay?” he asked close to her ear.

      “This is fine. I could do without all the damn decorations but I don’t think we can get away from that.”

      “Don’t like Christmas, huh?”

      “Not particularly.”

      “Me, neither.”

      She looked at him with surprise but a couple came in behind them and since there were only two available tables, he and Liza headed toward the one he’d spotted in the corner. It hadn’t been cleaned off yet from the previous customers and a waitress promptly removed the empty glasses, wiped off the tabletop with a towel and then said she’d be back to take their drink orders.

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