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Lily moved through the salon to her office. The caterer followed her. She sat down at a desk covered in paperwork and a big open appointment book; her computer sat at one end of the desk, and behind it hung a massive ornate mirror that had once decorated a brothel in Tascosa. The caterer sat opposite, slid a red velvet chair toward Lily’s big desk, and then they went over the bill. While they counted the bottles of wine and champagne that had been consumed and calculated the charges for the extra linen Lily had ordered at the last minute, her mind was elsewhere in the salon. Melinda Hartley was about twenty-five. She was pretty and a really good colorist. She was also a little conceited and loud. If Melinda was in the room, everyone knew it. Just as everyone knew all about Melinda’s sex life, whether they wanted to know or not. She was a butt girl, and Lily had had to talk to her about appropriate workplace conversation. If it wasn’t for the fact that it was hard to find a good colorist in the Texas panhandle, she would have fired Melinda months ago.
    And she was out there. In the salon. Somewhere with Tucker. Probably telling him about her sex life. Tucker was a guy. He was probably loving it.
    Lily wrote out the balance she owed the caterer and tore the check from her business account. She handed it across her desk and watched the caterer walk out the door. Melinda was closer to Tucker’s age and didn’t have a child and Lily’s baggage. She shuffled the paperwork on her desk, sorting customer surveys and treatment plans. Until tonight, she hadn’t seen Tucker since that morning in her kitchen five days ago. She’d heard from Pippen that the two played basketball when Pip got home from school and before Tucker got ready for work. By the time Lily made it home, Tucker was already gone, which was a good thing. He clearly wasn’t good for her good intentions.
    “Now, that wasn’t very nice.”
    Lily glanced up at Tucker leaning a shoulder into the doorframe of her office. He wore a gray crew neck sweater and button-fly Levi’s. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked annoyed—annoyed and good enough to nibble up one side and down the other. “What?”
    “Melinda.”
    She rose from her chair and moved to the front of her desk. “You didn’t like her?”
    He shrugged one shoulder. “Not really. She’s loud and talks too much.” He pushed away from where he was leaning and shut the door. “She wanted me to screw her on a massage table.”
    That was a bit crude and she’d get to his language in a minute. The inappropriateness of shutting the door too, but first she wanted to know . . . “Did she say that?”
    “Not exactly. She was much more graphic about where she wanted it.”
    “Oh.” Lily moved past the red chair to the center of her desk and sat on the edge. “She can say really inappropriate and offensive things. She’s one of those people who doesn’t have a filter, but I didn’t know she’d go that far.”
    He shrugged. “I wasn’t offended. I was in the Army for ten years, I’ve heard worse.”
    She took a breath and let it out. “Thank you for not taking her up on her offer in the massage room.”
    He moved toward Lily. “She isn’t the woman I want to shove on a table.” He stopped in front of her and she stood so she wouldn’t have to stare up at him. Just a few sequins separated his chest from hers. “Isn’t her panties I want to see around her ankles.” He took her hand and slid it up his chest. “You’re the women I want to shove on a table with your panties around your ankles.”
    “Tucker! Don’t say things like that.”
    “Why not?” He buried his fingers in her loose bun on the side of her head. “It’s the truth. I told you how I feel about you. I want you. I want everything about you. Getting you naked is one of the things I want.” With her four-inch heels, they were close to the same height and he pressed his forehead into hers. “I know you