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wrong time. “He’s waving a giant flag in your face telling you he’s not above a little deception when it suits his needs.”
    Ava leveled her with a pitying look. “Or he’s telling me he thinks I’m worth going out of his way for. Look, Maggie. He’s a nice enough guy. Tall, clean-cut, obviously employed. And I kind of appreciate his
effort.
The fact that he looked at me and he decided to take
action,
to do something about it, take an extra minute out of his day a couple of times a week to see where it could go. I like that.”
    Right.
There it was.
    Ava dug guys who went after what they wanted. And that his pursuit managed to be active, understated, and thoughtful all at once—fine, he sounded right up her alley. So maybe Maggie shouldn’t drag all her own issues into the conversation and just let her friend enjoy.
    “He meets the criteria?”
    “He works downstairs from me, Maggie. I know about thirty people who know him. References…check. Employed…check. General heebie-jeebies and hygiene thing…check, check. And come on, I’m trapped in an elevator with him on a semi-regular basis and he hasn’t broken out the chloroform yet…so I’m going.”
    Maggie forced a smile she really wanted to be genuine. “That’s awesome. Hope you have fun.”
    Something sizzling and damn near aromatically orgasmic hit the table to their left and Maggie was starting to salivate. Reaching for the menu again, she met with resistance when Ava hooked a finger over the top, drawing it away.
    “So enough about me. What about you?”
    Cripes.
    “No prospects yet, but I’ve still got another couple of weeks.”
    Ava rolled her eyes in a silent “whatever,” then went on. “Right, because you’re going to be out trawling for dates on Christmas Eve. Let’s nip this month’s question mark in the bud early, shall we? Neil was asking about you at the gym yesterday.”
    Maggie perked up. “Really?”
    Neil had been the personal trainer assigned to them for the four freebie sessions that came as part of their package when Maggie and Ava joined the club the previous year. He had an
ehh
sense of humor, a gym-pumped physique that was impressive but sometimes made her wonder what would happen if she stuck the guy with a pin, and a sort of loose, Southern California way about him. Sure, there’d been those few times when it was clear they weren’t on the same page—when his casual reference left her confused, or her tongue-in-cheek remark dug a furrow between his brows. But with the scarcity of qualifying dates what it was, she wasn’t about to let a lack of chemistry or connection hold her back. It never had before. Besides Ava had essentially just handed her December on a silver platter.
    —
    Tyler stood at the street corner. Gina had texted him twenty minutes earlier that she wasn’t going to be around for their call the next day and she had time to talk right then. It had literally taken him thirty seconds to get outside and dial, but he rang through to voicemail. He’d left a message, texted, and waited five more minutes before trying again. She might have gotten another call. Or she might be dicking him around. With Gina, it could be anything. He wanted to go back in the restaurant and sit down with the friends who didn’t get off on fucking him over. Not even bother texting Gina back to tell her what she could do with her call…
    But that wasn’t how it went. Not anymore. He had the one call a month and if he gave Gina crap about it, he wouldn’t even get that. Which meant he’d wait out here another twenty minutes or another hour if that’s what it took to get her on the line.
    A message pinged and his teeth went on edge.
    Gina:
You can call now.
    Right.
    He should consider himself lucky she bothered to get back to him at all.
    Rolling out his neck, he took a deep breath and dialed her back.
    “Hey, babe…No, no. It’s not a bad time at all. How you doing?” he asked, pushing as much caring into his