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about?” she asked as she leaned her hip against the counter.
                  She was ripe and curvy, yet young and lean, and he could only imagine the dips and swells of her tender young body in a cherry red bikini. “Publishing, actually,” he said, grabbing one of his books off the stack on the coffee table. “I’m helping some folks in town get their query letters together and—”
                  “This cover is great!” she said, cutting him off and promptly putting the book down on the counter, in the little brown iced coffee circles that were a runoff from her drink. “Maybe I can use it as part of your profile, huh?”
                  “Or you could read the book and, you know, use that as part of your profile?”
                  She shrugged, not even considering it. “Why do that ?” she giggled, polishing off her drink and setting it down on the top of his book. “When I’ve got the real thing, live and in person, right in front of me.”
                  “So, where’s my room?”
              He sighed, grabbed her bags and started walking up the stairs. “Follow me,” he said, glad it only took two minutes to walk around the corner to Sequels.
     
     

Chapter Twelve
     
                  Sage was getting antsy as the assembled crowd began drifting toward the chairs she and Fiona had set up for Derek’s event.
                  The group – nearly twice as big as last week’s – had already gone through two batches of her surfer scones and were looking for more when, at last, Derek strolled through the door.
                  He was talking to someone, turned half around as he opened the door, smiling, chuckling at something the other person had just said. Sage figured it was another guest, a latecomer and Derek, as usual, was giving her the business.
                  But then he moved deeper into the store and she saw the petite little surf honey he had in tow and she knew, Sage knew, in the gentle way he held the door open, in the sexy smile she gave him as she slunk by, in the way her tight little body brushed so familiarly against his as they breezed through the door, that there was an immediate and overwhelming sexual chemistry between them.
                  Derek hadn’t seen her yet, nor had the girl, and as Sage turned, dipping behind the pastry counter, she spotted Fiona stacking up another tray of surfer scones.
                  “You okay, Sage?” asked Fiona, a marketing major at the local community college. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
                  No, thought Sage to herself, mind whirring frantically, just the death of a blossoming romance. “I… I don’t know,” she said, inching deeper into the kitchen to avoid being seen by Derek, who usually liked to come and say “Hi” before he launched into his presentation. “Do you… I hate to put you in a bind, but… could you cover for me tonight?”
              “Tonight?” Fiona asked, arching one raven haired eyebrow. “But you love these things!”
                  “I know, I just… I’m not feeling well. Do you mind, terribly?”
              “Heck no,” Fiona said, washing her hands eagerly. “Does that mean I get to do the intro and everything?”
                  Her nerve endings flooding with relief, Sage nodded just as eagerly. “Fiona, you can do it all for all I care!”
                  Sage retreated – that was the only word for it – down the back hall, past her office and toward the rear delivery door. She took off her apron along the way, wadding it up in a ball and tossing it in the laundry basket by the door as she opened it and stepped out into the late afternoon sunlight.
                  It warmed her face as she stood, back against the red brick