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Authors: Hallee Bridgeman
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Enjoy this special excerpt from the critically acclaimed full length novel Sapphire Ice .
ROBIN stopped near him to grab a carafe of coffee. "How did we manage to get the early shift, Clarence?"
He winked and whispered conspiratorially. "Tell me about it. I have my lunch patrons' whole lives memorized, but I only know half the people out there." He looked over her head to the head table. "Boston's royalty is here."
Robin was too tired to even be intrigued by Clarence's abnormal awe. "Maybe we can get Stanley a jester's hat," she whispered back, then pushed open the door to the dining room and forced a serious expression onto her face. The door swinging shut cut off his choking laughter.
The dining room was packed with people, seated at tables of eight. The restaurant was closed for the meeting, and it surprised her to see so many people there. But then, most of the customers weren't members and wouldn't get many opportunities to dine at Benedict's, especially for free.
She was given the head table to serve, and knew some of them as regular lunch patrons. She addressed those she knew by name, and tried to discretely read the name tags of those she didn't. Methodically, she worked her way down the long table, pausing to chat when it was required, fetching drinks as they were needed.
"Mr. Riley, it's good to see you again. I think it's been several weeks," she said, speaking to the president of the Chamber.
"I've been on vacation, Robin. Have you ever been to Greece?"
She smiled and filled his coffee cup. "Not yet, but I want to go someday."
"Beautiful country, dear. If you ever get the opportunity, don't pass it up."
"If a trip to Greece ever falls into my lap, I'll remember your advice." She moved to the next person while Riley continued to speak.
"Tony, if you've never had Robin here serve you, you've been missing out on the best that Benedict's has to offer."
"Yes. I think I've heard something similar about her before."
The smooth voice seemed familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. She took her attention from the cup and lifted her head, her eyes crashing into a pair of black eyes that seemed to look all the way inside of her, instantly learning all her secrets. "I didn't expect to see you here," he said.
Tony felt deep shock when he'd seen Robin enter the dining room. He'd had time to recover as she worked her way to him, and had nearly gained back enough self control to not show any outward reaction as she leaned in from behind him to pour his coffee. He had already had his normal morning quota of two cups, but allowing her to serve it gave him a chance to have her stop at his shoulder. As she completed her task, he caught her scent, something exotic and spicy, entirely feminine. Then she met his eyes and he thought that his heart would beat itself out of his chest.
When she looked away, it broke the spell, but a tremor in his hand that he neither liked nor appreciated remained. He was better prepared when she looked directly at him again, and concentrated fully on keeping his brain functioning.
"Do I know you?" She asked, her voice soft so as not to carry.
He kept his voice as soft as hers. "Not officially."
"I'm sorry, I don't … " her eyes skimmed his name tag, "I don't recall meeting you, Mr. Viscolli."
His teeth flashed white against his olive skin. "I unofficially met you last night."
Panic skirted up her spine and she looked around the room. Lowering her voice even farther, she leaned closer so that he could hear her. "Please, don't say anything. I … we can't … I mean, another job … "
He placed a hand on her wrist, startling her. His hand felt rough, but warm. Warm enough that it sent heat up her arm, causing her to flush. "So, what you're saying is that your job may be in my hands."
The flush that covered her cheeks was no
Enjoy this special excerpt from the critically acclaimed full length novel Sapphire Ice .
ROBIN stopped near him to grab a carafe of coffee. "How did we manage to get the early shift, Clarence?"
He winked and whispered conspiratorially. "Tell me about it. I have my lunch patrons' whole lives memorized, but I only know half the people out there." He looked over her head to the head table. "Boston's royalty is here."
Robin was too tired to even be intrigued by Clarence's abnormal awe. "Maybe we can get Stanley a jester's hat," she whispered back, then pushed open the door to the dining room and forced a serious expression onto her face. The door swinging shut cut off his choking laughter.
The dining room was packed with people, seated at tables of eight. The restaurant was closed for the meeting, and it surprised her to see so many people there. But then, most of the customers weren't members and wouldn't get many opportunities to dine at Benedict's, especially for free.
She was given the head table to serve, and knew some of them as regular lunch patrons. She addressed those she knew by name, and tried to discretely read the name tags of those she didn't. Methodically, she worked her way down the long table, pausing to chat when it was required, fetching drinks as they were needed.
"Mr. Riley, it's good to see you again. I think it's been several weeks," she said, speaking to the president of the Chamber.
"I've been on vacation, Robin. Have you ever been to Greece?"
She smiled and filled his coffee cup. "Not yet, but I want to go someday."
"Beautiful country, dear. If you ever get the opportunity, don't pass it up."
"If a trip to Greece ever falls into my lap, I'll remember your advice." She moved to the next person while Riley continued to speak.
"Tony, if you've never had Robin here serve you, you've been missing out on the best that Benedict's has to offer."
"Yes. I think I've heard something similar about her before."
The smooth voice seemed familiar, but she couldn't quite place it. She took her attention from the cup and lifted her head, her eyes crashing into a pair of black eyes that seemed to look all the way inside of her, instantly learning all her secrets. "I didn't expect to see you here," he said.
Tony felt deep shock when he'd seen Robin enter the dining room. He'd had time to recover as she worked her way to him, and had nearly gained back enough self control to not show any outward reaction as she leaned in from behind him to pour his coffee. He had already had his normal morning quota of two cups, but allowing her to serve it gave him a chance to have her stop at his shoulder. As she completed her task, he caught her scent, something exotic and spicy, entirely feminine. Then she met his eyes and he thought that his heart would beat itself out of his chest.
When she looked away, it broke the spell, but a tremor in his hand that he neither liked nor appreciated remained. He was better prepared when she looked directly at him again, and concentrated fully on keeping his brain functioning.
"Do I know you?" She asked, her voice soft so as not to carry.
He kept his voice as soft as hers. "Not officially."
"I'm sorry, I don't … " her eyes skimmed his name tag, "I don't recall meeting you, Mr. Viscolli."
His teeth flashed white against his olive skin. "I unofficially met you last night."
Panic skirted up her spine and she looked around the room. Lowering her voice even farther, she leaned closer so that he could hear her. "Please, don't say anything. I … we can't … I mean, another job … "
He placed a hand on her wrist, startling her. His hand felt rough, but warm. Warm enough that it sent heat up her arm, causing her to flush. "So, what you're saying is that your job may be in my hands."
The flush that covered her cheeks was no
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