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good idea of how the night was going to end—Leah on Rick’s lap, Craig on the floor wearing a five dollar martini on his head…
    Ah, sweet fantasies . She smirked and wiped up the small trickle of alcohol that she’d slopped onto the table.
    “So, how’s work going?” Leah asked, snagging Rach from her wishful thinking.
    If she hadn’t been so busy glaring at Craig who was busy pretending she didn’t exist she might have admonished Leah for being too busy to discuss Rach’s first—and last—day at Copy Masters. The alcohol was getting to her because she should’ve been ecstatic he wasn’t giving her the time of day. Instead, she was irritated as hell. Preoccupied, she answered, “I’m not working there anymore. I quit.”
    That got Craig’s attention, though she still wasn’t sure why the hell she wanted it. He gave a pompous huff, tossing popcorn into his mouth. She snatched the bowl away from him and said, “Have your tart get you your own bowl. This one’s mine.”
    “My tart ?” he laughed. “Who talks like that?”
    “Shut up,” she commanded, but his mocking grin only widened. “Thought I’d throw in something like the cheesy crap you and boobs for brains have been tossing back and forth.”
    “Jealous?” he asked, waggling his eyebrows and she growled, throwing a piece of popcorn at him. It landed on the table and he picked it up and put it in his mouth, giving her a boyish half-smile.
    I can still push him if I just...
    Leah slapped the table again and Rach jumped in her seat. The curious glint in Leah’s eyes said she knew Rach was up to something.
    “At least you know you weren’t made for copy machines,” Leah said in an effort to distract her.
    Craig snickered and Rach crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes at him. She asked, “Is there something amusing here?”
    “No, nothing at all,” he answered, but his tone mocked her.
    She guarded her popcorn bowl when he attempted to steal from it and she snapped, “I really don’t think I need to be criticized for my failures by a car salesman.”
    Craig’s blue eyes twinkled and he made another try for the popcorn bowl but she swatted his hand away.
    Leah started to say, “He’s not—’’ and Craig cut her off with, “A very bad car salesman, thank you.”
    Rach scooted the popcorn bowl to the other side of the table out of his reach unless he sprawled across the table. She knew she was being childish—the bowl was huge and she’d never be able to finish it all on her own—but Craig turned her into a brat.
    With a toss of her hair, she retorted, “Really? Isn’t selling cars like…” She searched for something on the fly that would sound unsuccessful but ended up settling with, “Delivering newspapers? I bet the commission’s really unimpressive.”
    Leah opened her mouth to speak again, but Craig interrupted with a shrug of big shoulders. “It’s not that bad. Nothing to brag about, not like failing at the copy machine business though, I suppose.”
    The lovebirds at the table snickered and Rach tuned them out to give Craig’s hand a good smack at his next attempt for the popcorn. She’d underestimated the length of his reach.
    He set a half empty beer bottle down and as if on cue, the blonde with the dark roots and the dangerous hip swing sidled over with a big smile and a little more cleavage than she’d had the last time she’d delivered his beer.
    “What can I get you?” She sounded like a college kid in an X-rated movie. Craig beamed a killer smile and the idiot waitress ate it up.
    “Would you mind getting me a bowl of popcorn? This lady here won’t share. And while you’re at it, why don’t you get her another drink, she needs to loosen up a bit—she’s got a stick up her ass tonight.”
    Rach gasped and turned to tell the woman she could shove the drink up Craig’s you-know-what, but she was gone. Rach turned back to her popcorn bowl and shoveled some in her mouth to keep from