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holding out his elbow to her. “Just a little something to take the edge off. You ready?”
She could hardly speak, but she tried anyway. “But… Wh-what about you?” The bulge straining the front of his pants looked painful.
He shrugged. “It’ll go away. I’m not nervous about the mixer. You were the one who needed that.” His smirk showed off the dimples, and holy hell, it took her breath away. Not that she’d recovered.
On shaky legs, Misty managed to follow Chris out of the house. She wasn’t about to tell him it wasn’t the mixer she was nervous about.
Chapter eleven
“Jesus Christ, there’re like, five hundred people here,” Misty muttered under her breath when they walked into the ballroom of the Civic Center. Her hand tightened in Chris’s and she welcomed his grip as he squeezed back.
“You got this, girl.” He winked down his shoulder at her, and then said, “You want to go get a glass of boxed wine?” He jerked his chin over to the bar, a good-natured smirk firmly planted on his face.
She sighed. “Sure.” In spite of Chris’s efforts, her nerves were once again rattled just seeing all the people there she was supposed to speak with. Squaring her shoulders, Misty raised her chin in a false gesture of confidence and took his elbow as he led the way through the crowd to the bar.
Craning her neck, desperately seeking a familiar face, Misty watched the crowds mingle. This was supposed to be a mixer? There were so many people here, it was overwhelming. Surely these weren’t all small business owners in Austin? If so, she had a lot of competition. Sure, they probably didn’t all own coffee shops, but still…
She and Chris got glasses of wine and walked over to support a wall and get their bearings. All the people were just too much to deal with right away. A couple next to her were talking about some emergency senate session the governor was calling, and Misty absently wondered if that would bring her business. She hoped so but couldn’t be certain.
“Did you bring lots of business cards?” Chris asked in her ear.
She nodded. “Yes, I did. But I don’t know who to give them to. I can’t just walk up to a random stranger and start talking.” Opening her clutch, she pulled out the stack of cards. “I told myself I wouldn’t leave until I’d passed them all out.” She frowned at the offending cards, tempted to toss them in the air and make it rain before making a break for it.
Grabbing the stack of cards in one hand, and Misty’s elbow with the other, Chris said, “Well, then, let’s get to gabbing.”
Chris broke the ice for her. “We’ll make it a game. You can’t give your card to people wearing the same color dress or tie unless they ask for it. We’ll start with red. Find someone in red.”
“Okay.” She looked around the room, finding several red dresses. One was on a woman who looked just as misplaced as Misty felt, so she pointed her out. “Her.” Together, they made their way to the woman, who looked relieved to find someone to talk to.
They made their way around the room, talking to various people about her coffee shop, as well as their businesses. She found out way more about the local politics than she wanted to. As a shop owner right next to the capitol building, Misty made it a point not to get involved in politics. She just found things easier that way. But with the upcoming emergency senate session, everyone was discussing it, especially the planned protests involving the refugee crisis and increased security measures that were in place.
“I heard Delta Forces were here. I didn’t even know they did things on our own soil,” one woman remarked.
Her husband replied, “Nobody really knows what the Delta Forces do. They’re probably monitoring this event. I bet they’ve got mics hidden under the tablecloths.”
Misty couldn’t tell if the man was serious or not but didn’t question him further. Instead, she politely excused herself and
She could hardly speak, but she tried anyway. “But… Wh-what about you?” The bulge straining the front of his pants looked painful.
He shrugged. “It’ll go away. I’m not nervous about the mixer. You were the one who needed that.” His smirk showed off the dimples, and holy hell, it took her breath away. Not that she’d recovered.
On shaky legs, Misty managed to follow Chris out of the house. She wasn’t about to tell him it wasn’t the mixer she was nervous about.
Chapter eleven
“Jesus Christ, there’re like, five hundred people here,” Misty muttered under her breath when they walked into the ballroom of the Civic Center. Her hand tightened in Chris’s and she welcomed his grip as he squeezed back.
“You got this, girl.” He winked down his shoulder at her, and then said, “You want to go get a glass of boxed wine?” He jerked his chin over to the bar, a good-natured smirk firmly planted on his face.
She sighed. “Sure.” In spite of Chris’s efforts, her nerves were once again rattled just seeing all the people there she was supposed to speak with. Squaring her shoulders, Misty raised her chin in a false gesture of confidence and took his elbow as he led the way through the crowd to the bar.
Craning her neck, desperately seeking a familiar face, Misty watched the crowds mingle. This was supposed to be a mixer? There were so many people here, it was overwhelming. Surely these weren’t all small business owners in Austin? If so, she had a lot of competition. Sure, they probably didn’t all own coffee shops, but still…
She and Chris got glasses of wine and walked over to support a wall and get their bearings. All the people were just too much to deal with right away. A couple next to her were talking about some emergency senate session the governor was calling, and Misty absently wondered if that would bring her business. She hoped so but couldn’t be certain.
“Did you bring lots of business cards?” Chris asked in her ear.
She nodded. “Yes, I did. But I don’t know who to give them to. I can’t just walk up to a random stranger and start talking.” Opening her clutch, she pulled out the stack of cards. “I told myself I wouldn’t leave until I’d passed them all out.” She frowned at the offending cards, tempted to toss them in the air and make it rain before making a break for it.
Grabbing the stack of cards in one hand, and Misty’s elbow with the other, Chris said, “Well, then, let’s get to gabbing.”
Chris broke the ice for her. “We’ll make it a game. You can’t give your card to people wearing the same color dress or tie unless they ask for it. We’ll start with red. Find someone in red.”
“Okay.” She looked around the room, finding several red dresses. One was on a woman who looked just as misplaced as Misty felt, so she pointed her out. “Her.” Together, they made their way to the woman, who looked relieved to find someone to talk to.
They made their way around the room, talking to various people about her coffee shop, as well as their businesses. She found out way more about the local politics than she wanted to. As a shop owner right next to the capitol building, Misty made it a point not to get involved in politics. She just found things easier that way. But with the upcoming emergency senate session, everyone was discussing it, especially the planned protests involving the refugee crisis and increased security measures that were in place.
“I heard Delta Forces were here. I didn’t even know they did things on our own soil,” one woman remarked.
Her husband replied, “Nobody really knows what the Delta Forces do. They’re probably monitoring this event. I bet they’ve got mics hidden under the tablecloths.”
Misty couldn’t tell if the man was serious or not but didn’t question him further. Instead, she politely excused herself and
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