She stopped at the security station, dropping her purse on the conveyer belt, and sipping from her coffee cup absentmindedly as she waited in line to walk through the metal detector. She was so lost in thought she didn’t notice one of the building’s security guards ambling over to her. “Hey, Mandy.” Mandy choked on her coffee, thanking some unseen force that she managed to keep it in her mouth instead of spewing it on her white work blouse. “Hey, Clint.” Clint smiled when she finally met his gaze. Mandy sighed internally. Clint was a nice guy. Too nice, in fact. It was obvious that he had a crush on her – much like the one she had on James – and he went out of his way to talk to her every chance he got. There was nothing wrong with him. He was even kind of cute, in his own way, that is. He was tall, maybe an inch shorter than six feet. Instead of the muscle James was wrapped in, Clint was all long legs and gangly arms.
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