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courtroom quake with injustice, bent his head toward a conversation
some twelve-odd feet away. Elliott listened, too.
    “Brooke?” a male timber said. “Wow. Hey, what
a small world. How are you?”
    Gordon scowled, his finger tugged on his
lower lip. “I think that’s Jason,” he mouthed.
    Jason, Elliott assumed was Gordon’s washboard
abbed dinner date. Elliott tucked his body better out of sight and
gave up the idea of running into her. She was probably long gone by
now. Would have been so perfect, though. Or maybe not. Maybe it was
for the best.
    “Jason? What are you doing here? Did Millie
put you up to this? Millie, I swear if this is part--.” Did Elliott
recognize this voice?
    “Nope, sorry.” Another woman’s voice. “It’s
not. I swear. Just a coincidence.”
    Elliott motioned for Gordon to go out there.
“This is a perfect chance. If that’s him, go out there.” The guy
sounded stuck in an uncomfortable conversation. Plus, nothing like
eavesdropping next to “All I Want for Christmas” panties to
motivate a guy. “Go,” Elliott urged. Gordon could stride out and
play hero.
    “You look amazing.” Jason said. “Did you
change your hair?”
    Elliott’s neck tingled.
    “Uh, yes. Millie surprised me. For my
birthday.”
    The hairs over his arms stood on end. Nah.
Couldn’t be.
    “Doesn’t she look spectacular?” the other
woman asked. “Have you ever seen her look so vibrant?”
    Gordon’s scowl was sliding fast into
heartbreak.
    “She does.” Jason sounded sincere. “You do.
Really, Brooke. I mean…wow.”
    Brooke? The paper. Elliott sucked in a gulp
of air.
    She was out there. She could walk by and see
him in here, hiding in panties and bras with Gordon looking like
Bambi. Not good. Elliott gestured, go! Gordon retreated another
degree into himself, his body deflating. Elliott’s chest ached for
his cousin. Here he was thinking about his bruised pride when
Gordon’s heart really was on the line.
    What was a cousin to do but his best to save
the day? Something—anything—to smother the burn in those eyes and
return the earlier light of hope. What could he try short of doing
the bumping himself? Hopefully into the right guy.
    Screw it. He let go of caring what she might
think seeing him exit this store. Elliott shouldered past a panty
stand, ignored the shimmy of hangers, and stepped out into the
walkway. He spotted three people talking, and willed Gordon to
follow his lead.
    “Elliott?”
    His eyes met hers. Her with his name on her
lips—she’d remembered it. Her face. Glowing. A flit of revelation
there—more than revelation. Expectancy? Every last articulate
thought escaped his head.
     
     

Chapter Six
     
    Talk about exactly perfect timing! Millie’s
luck was finally changing! She’d have clapped her hands and hopped
for joy except Brooke and Jason might raise an eyebrow or four. She
settled for a little pivoting and shoe examining instead. Oh, if AJ
could see her now. She’d unveiled Brooke not five minutes before
they’d stepped out into the mall. And right smack into Jason’s
path. She didn’t know how AJ had swung it but, man, she owed him.
Huge time.
    Plus, Brooke looked capital A amazing.
Carlos, the genius, had shaped her hair to frame her heart face,
bangs to shorten her forehead. Chloe, too, with those rose hues on
Brooke’s eyes. They brought the muddy brown pop to a sweet brandy
amber. Unshaved legs? Like Jason would notice with the scooped line
of the dress begging the eyes to rove over her collarbone. Jason
was standing too close, anyway. Soon to be sitting across from
Brooke in a romantic, dimly lit restaurant, his previous plans
vetoed.
    Plans forgotten might be too much to hope
for. But changed? Completely doable. AJ hadn’t gotten much info,
but he’d been certain, Jason’s dinner looked like business. A
lawyer. Not a female lawyer, either. At most, an old chums dinner;
at least, a business meeting. The way Millie figured, Jason would
either