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ready?”
    He looked me up and down and then nodded. “You sure do. In fact, you look smokin’ hot.”
    I rolled my eyes. “Gee, just what I always wanted. To be compared to a temperature.” His inability to act as if he didn’t want to get in my pants was exasperating. But what did I expect from Stag, ladies’ man extraordinaire?
    “So,” he said, ignoring my sarcasm, “which car are we takin’?”
    I didn’t even have to think about it before I said, “Mine.”
    So I decided to keep the car for now, sue me. I would worry about what it meant later, but right now, I really wanted to ride in it. “And don’t even begin to think that you’re driving.”
    He held up his hands as I looked up. “Touchy. I wouldn’t dream of getting between you and your lover.”
    “Ha ha. You just think you’re so hilarious, don’t you?”
    He smiled that cocky smile of his. “You’re the only woman that doesn’t find me funny. Why is that?”
    “I’m not that easily amused,” I said, and he tripped down the two steps outside the apartment building. He fell flat on his butt, and I laughed so hard I cried.
    “ Are — are you all right?” I finally asked, holding my hand down to him.
    He smiled at me, getting up without any help. “Not easily amused, huh?”
    I stopped laughing. “You did that on purpose?”
    “Yup, sure did.”
    I shook my head as we walked over to the car, and I unlocked the doors. “Get in.”
    Once we were in the ‘Stang, I turned her over, staring out the windshield. I didn’t know where we were going. “Where to?” I asked him, and he laughed.
    “Take a left out of the parkin’ lot, and I’ll tell you where to go from there.”
    I did as he said, and after a couple minutes, I realized we were going the wrong way. “This isn’t the way to Big Bears.”
    “We’re not goin’ there. It’s too noisy. I’m takin’ you somewhere a little less crowded.”
    “Then where are we going?”
    I glanced at him, and he smiled. “It’s a surprise.” He told me, and I decided to go along with it, for now .
    We sat in silence, and every now and again, he would tell me to take a left or a right. After about ten minutes we were in New Orleans, right outside of a large, glass building. It was gray and — for lack of a better word — huge .
    He had me park in the lot, and then told me to get out. When I did, I made sure our doors were locked before Stag said, “Close your eyes.”
    “Seriously?” I asked, cocking a brow.
    “Please,” he insisted, looking like a little boy as he pouted. “For me, girly?”
    I sighed. These men just loved having me close my eyes for them. It wasn’t cute. “Fine,” I huffed, closing my eyes as he took my arm, leading the way.
    “No peeking.”
    “I wouldn’t dream of it.”
    He led me up onto the sidewalk (I knew that much), and then we made our way up a couple of stairs. When we walked into the apartment building, I heard all these people say “good morning” to him. One thing that I liked about living in Louisiana was that everyone was always so friendly. Manners had not gone out of style.
    I knew we had gotten into an elevator because I heard the doors close, and when we started to move, the pressure was unsettling. Then we stopped and I heard someone else get on.
    “Good mornin’, Mr. Sagmore,” a beautiful soprano voice twanged.
    “Mornin’, Mrs. Shaw.” I imagined him smiling at her.
    “Who’s your friend?” Mrs. Shaw asked, and I could hear the double meaning in the question. Are you sleeping with her? Was the undertone.
    “This is Ms. Patricia Wyatt,” he said, and I smiled in her direction. “She works for me.”
    “She must be very bright to work for you.” Translation: She must be a very good lay.
    “Oh, she is,” he agreed. Only to what I don’t think he knew.
    “Is there something wrong with her?” she asked. Translation: Why are her eyes closed?
    “She’s blind, I’m afraid,” he said solemnly. I knew that he was