His job had never seemed so much like real work. Of course he’d never actively waited for one person to arrive either. His liaisons didn’t work like that. He loved them while they were there and forgot them when they left. Which was why his preoccupation with Emory was so far outside the parameters of normal.He flashed his most charming smile at a group of twenty-something women enjoying a girls’ night out and the attentions of a group of guys fresh off a nearby soccer field. They laughed and bantered back and forth as Alex poured a round of shots. Had he ever been that young? It was starting to feel as if he’d aged years in the last month.Not month, just since Emory walked through that door.Why had she come to a place like Phoenix Rising? He’d been certain she was just another woman out to find a quick lay. Now he wasn’t so sure. The whole afternoon—interrupting her conversation with MacIntyre, sex in her bedroom, her orgasm issues—it all seemed so surreal.“Hey, Alex, can I get a Bud draft?”
