Alex looked up from his paperwork with a guilty start. Or rather, he looked up from pretending he was concentrating on that month’s liquor order. He knew better than to actually work on the thing while he was thinking about the night before. Not when distraction meant the difference between ordering enough rum to float the Battleship Potemkin on a mojito, or leaving the Regis high and dry during the Memorial Day festivities on the waterfront. “How could you tell I was thinking about her?” he asked Greg, not even pretending that he hadn’t been. “Dude, the way your eyes are glazed over, it’s either that or you’ve got the flu.” Greg pointed at the wall, where someone—not him—had posted the flyer for the symphony’s new season. It featured Kiara rather prominently. “The hole you’re staring in that thing is a clue, too. It’s not like you don’t know where to find her.” Well, that was true. He’d gone to the cocktail reception last night because he’d known she’d be there.
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