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her heels toward the kitchen.
    Anthony moved forward in the booth and grinned. “That’s the song you hated.”
    I slapped my napkin on the table and laughed. “I didn’t hate it. I was just under the weather, and any loud music was too much. Don’t take it personally.”
    “I think I remember something about the song being so depressing, and you didn’t know who sings it, but that they’ve got a bad case of the blues.”
    “You really do have an outstanding memory.” I sucked on my lip and glanced at the table across the café. Two teenage girls were staring at Anthony, and I hid a smile. He seemed so unfazed by all the sideways glances and whispers. Or maybe he was just a good actor. “So was I right?”
    “About what?” He sighed.
    “About the singer having a bad case of the blues.”
    “It depends on the day.”
    I wasn’t expecting that answer.
    “Really? It seems like you have it all and more.”
    He shrugged and eyed the pie slices coming our direction. “Sometimes, getting exactly what you want isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.”
    I wasn’t so sure. I dreamed so hard about having my own business and getting to quit all my jobs that my head hurt. I actually spent my time in bed staring into space, daydreaming about what I’d do differently if I only had a little extra cash.
    “Do you think that’s the case, or is it that you’re taking it for granted?” I thanked Liz for the cherry pie slice before digging in quickly.
    “I’m grateful, but there’s a huge downside.”
    “You mean between jetting to exotic locales, doing what you love for a living, and having more money than places to spend it, there’s a downside?”
    “Money isn’t everything.”
    A laugh erupted from my gut.
    “That’s just something people with money say to those without to make them feel better.”
    “I won’t lie. It definitely helps iron out the wrinkles of life, but it doesn’t guarantee happiness.”
    “I’m not so sure about that. I’d be so happy if I had some extra green stuff in my savings account.”
    “But you seem pretty happy even without it.”
    “What choice do I have?”
    “Well, you could be pissed off and bitter about things.”
    “Not my style.” I shook my head and took a bite of cherry pie.
    “That right there is why I want to get to know you.”
    “Because I choose not to be pissed off and bitter? That’s not setting the bar real high for friendships if those are your only qualifiers,” I teased, letting another spoonful of sweetness coat my mouth as I debated what else to say.
    “You’re incredibly sexy eating that cherry pie.”
    “I thought you weren’t trying to sleep with me.”
    “Is that all it would take?” Anthony ate the last bite of crust and folded the paper napkin on the table. “Well?”
    “From what I’ve read online, you’re not lacking in that department, and in some far-off land, it might sound somewhat appealing to a certain type.”
    His laughter caught the looks of the two teenage girls, and I shook my head. Did he honestly not know how many people were watching him at any given time?
    “I’ve told you. You can’t trust the tabloids. Besides, you told me you didn’t want to sleep with me.”
    Liz brought over the check, and Anthony slid his card onto the tray without even giving it a glance.
    Even though a relationship with him had absolutely zero chance of working, I couldn’t help but be drawn to him and wonder how off-base those tabloid stories were. He had plenty of women who loved to kiss and tell, and none of them had any complaints in that department.
    “I told you I tend to change my mind.” I felt the heat run through my body, and I dropped my gaze to the table.
    I was too chicken—all talk, no action—and I was sure he could read that about me.
    “I’m just surprised how much I find myself telling you,” I continued, looking back up at him.
    “I could say the same.”
    I cleared my throat as Liz brought back the ticket. I