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Tony’s hand, giving him a smile of her own. “Darcy McDaniel.”
    “What brings you here today?”
    “Knock it off, Tony,” John said. “This isn’t social hour. You know why she’s here. She’s getting her luggage, and then she’s leaving.”
    Darcy turned to John, her smile evaporating. “Well, aren’t you Mr. Hospitality.”
    “Don’t mind John,” Tony said. “He’s all business.” Leaning closer to Darcy, he whispered, “He doesn’t know a thing about pleasure.”
    She raised an eyebrow at John. “Is that so?”
    John shot Tony a look of irritation. “Come help me with her stuff.”
    A few moments later, they brought her luggage out of the back room—all five pieces of it.
    “How long were you on vacation?” John asked.
    “A week.”
    He stopped short. “You went on a weeklong vacation and took all this luggage with you?”
    “Why not?”
    “It’s an awful lot to lug around.”
    “I don’t
lug.
That’s what porters and limousine drivers are for.”
    Of course. What was he thinking?
    He handed her the form to sign that said she’d picked up her possessions and that they were in good condition. She stopped halfway through her signature and looked around the office.
    “Wait a minute. Where’s my wine?”
    “Wine?” John said.
    “It was on the floor of the front seat. A bottle of Shiraz.”
    “Never saw it.”
    “It probably rolled under the seat. I want it back.”
    John sighed. “How about I just give you ten bucks and we call it even?”
    “Ten dollars?” Darcy said. “Are you kidding me? It’s a two-hundred-dollar bottle of wine!”
    “Two hundred dollars? Who in his right mind pays two hundred dollars for one bottle of wine?”
    “A person with discriminating taste.”
    “Who loves to throw away money.”
    “You clearly know nothing about the finer things in life.”
    “I know the value of a buck. Doesn’t get any finer than that.”
    “Don’t worry,” Tony said. “I’ll get the wine for you.”
    “Why, thank you,” she said, giving him a pleasant smile. “I do believe you’re one of the sweetest men I’ve ever met.”
    Tony grinned at John. “You hear that, John? I’m sweet.”
    “Just get the damned wine, will you?”
    Tony gave Darcy a wink, grabbed a set of keys, and headed out the door. She turned and gave John a look that could have curdled milk. “Is there a single ounce of gentlemanly behavior inside you at all?”
    “Sure there is. And it all comes pouring out the moment I encounter a lady.”
    “You’re still mad because I outsmarted you and grabbed that key. Maybe it’s time you got over that.”
    “Actually, I got over that about the time I drove off with your car and left you standing in the middle of the street.”
    “How does it feel to take a car away from a woman who has nothing left in the world?”
    “So you’re sticking to that story, are you?”
    “It’s the truth.”
    “Your husband actually sold your house while you were on a vacation?”
    “Yes.”
    “You came home to other people living there. That’s hard to believe.”
    “Not when he practically gave it away.”
    “Your address was in west Plano. High-rent district. And now you’re living with your parents in a trailer park?”
    “With no money, what else am I supposed to do?”
    “Then you don’t have a job?”
    She lifted her nose a notch. “Since I’ve been married, I haven’t
had
to work.”
    “That doesn’t surprise me.” He grabbed a garment bag, slung it over the handle of the biggest suitcase, then took the handle of the next smallest one and headed for the door. Darcy just stood there.
    “What are you waiting for?” he said. “Porters and limo drivers don’t generally happen by this way, and I’m only making one trip.”
    She gave him a dirty look and grabbed the carry-on bag and another bag with wheels, and they went to the parking lot. The only car there that wasn’t his or Tony’s looked as if it was on its last leg.
    “Nice ride,”