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harmonizing. You’ve got a nice voice.”
    â€œI’m flattered.” Sylvie shifted from one foot to the other. “But growing my business has to be my priority.”
    â€œOf course it does.” Kathy nodded understandingly. “But I believe you’ll discover the more involved you become in the community, the more referrals you’ll receive. In Jackson Hole, who is picked to cater events is often as much a result of personal connections as it is the person’s talent with food. Just think about it. You don’t need to decide tonight. I’ll be in touch.”
    â€œShe’s right, you know,” Andrew said as Kathy walked away.
    â€œI don’t have time to sing.” Sylvie wondered why she sounded so cross when she’d actually enjoyed the interlude. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
    She’d counted on having this evening to get her head on straight. Seeing Andrew, making love with him, had thrown her off balance. Dear God, what had she been thinking?
    She hadn’t been thinking—that was the problem.
    For the past three months she’d convinced herself she was over him. Her reaction to him yesterday said that had been only wishful thinking. Getting over him was obviously still very much a work in progress.
    When he’d played several love songs with those clever fingers that had played across her body less than twenty-four hours ago, her heart ached with longing for the life with him she’d once envisioned.
    It wasn’t fair for him to come here, all handsome and talented, and remind her of what she’d lost. But then, hadn’t she learned long ago that life was seldom fair?
    â€œThis is better.”
    She blinked and realized he’d maneuvered her into a tiny room filled with Native American artifacts. Andrew, by his mere presence, stood so close she could smell the subtle spicy scent of his cologne and see the tiny gold flecks in his gray eyes.
    â€œWe can talk here.” His gaze remained on her. “I ran into Noah downtown.”
    The area was so small, and for a second, Sylvie was confused. Why had he brought up Josie’s fiancé? Then she realized he was explaining why he was here tonight. Or attempting to explain.
    â€œJust because he was coming here to see Josie didn’t mean you had to accompany him. Men aren’t wolves. They don’t run in packs.”
    He flashed a quick grin, seemingly not disturbed by her petulant tone. “Noah mentioned his fiancée was helping you with your catering duties this evening. He told me he planned to stop over and see if he could lend any assistance.”
    â€œStill doesn’t explain your presence.”
    â€œHe knew I wasn’t busy. Since you and I will be seen together in the next few weeks, I decided it might look odd if I didn’t offer to come along.”
    As far as logical arguments went, it was a sound one.
    â€œI didn’t know you played the piano so well,” she said abruptly.
    â€œI didn’t know you sang so well.”
    Sylvie’s lips quirked. “That was a surprise, even to me.”
    He chuckled.
    Suddenly that blasted electrical pull reared up and zapped her silly. Though she’d made it clear this “immersion” thing wouldn’t include sexual contact, in a matter of hours she was tempted to break her own rule.
    Andrew stepped forward. Or had she moved closer? He certainly hadn’t lifted her hands to his shoulders.
    â€œSylvie, we’re getting short of—”
    Josie came to an abrupt stop. She smiled.
    Behind her, Noah grinned. He surveyed the small, private alcove with an appreciative eye. “I’ll have to remember this space.”
    Josie studied them both, a sly smile topping her lips. “If you’re busy—”
    Sylvie dropped her hands and stepped from Andrew, hoping the fact that her face burned didn’t mean she was blushing. Why did they keep these places