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root beer on the table.
“You’re not. Grab some paper towels and join us,” Joe added as he sat down. “Tell me, Randi, how did you come to work for Mr. Taylor? Did you take Emma’s place?”
Randi got the paper towels from the sink and sat down. She took her pop and opened it, feeling nervous. “I work for Maids 101. They hired me to work the Taylor Party. I’m only temporary.”
Joe nodded, opened the box as Mike sat down, and pulled out a slice of pizza. “I don’t suppose you’re married, since you’re staying here. Will you be working from now until the party?”
“Ignore my friend and his nosey questions.” Mike took out a piece of pizza, laid it on a paper towel, and opened his can of root beer. “Joe knows no strangers, and he has no tact.”
“I don’t mind.” Randi reached in and took out a slice. “I’m not dating anyone at the moment, so no husbands or boyfriends to get angry when I don’t show up at home.”
“It’s still rude, even if you don’t mind the questions,” Mike said.
“How is that rude? She can ask me if I’m married if she wants to.” Joe flashed a smile. This comment won Joe a dirty look from Mike, but Randi tried to ignore it, and the strange way the two men were acting.
She took a bite of her pizza, wiped her mouth and glanced up as the two men sat across from each other, seeming to be having their own conversation with raised brows and dirty looks. She didn’t understand any of it, but they were both gorgeous, and she was hungry. So why not join them in a friendly exchange of information?
With a little digging she might figure out what was going on between Mike and Celia. At the least it would be fun chatting up these two guys. She took another bite, wiped her mouth with her napkin, picked up her drink and looked at Mike’s friend. “So, Joe, are you married?”
Randi listened as Joe talked. It was easy to see he was flirting with her, and easier to see that Mike didn’t like it one bit. At one point Randi was pretty sure that Mike kicked his friend under the table. It didn’t slow him down and he gave her a gorgeous smile as he spoke.
“What about you, Randi? Do you get out much?”
“I haven’t dated anyone seriously in a while,” Randi said, “Matter of fact, the other day when Mike picked me up in his beat up old Ford we had lunch. I don’t suppose you could call it a date, but I did pay for his meal.”
“I see,” Joe said and both men grew quiet. Again there was a kick under the table. Randi wasn’t sure. Maybe Joe kicked Mike this time. She looked up as Joe spoke.
“You made her pay for her own meal, and yours?”
Mike straightened in his seat and he sounded angry as he answered. “She all but forced me to take her out.” The tone he used showed he was half-kidding, half-serious.
“I find it hard to believe a woman forced you to do anything.”
Mike’s brow furrowed. “If you mean she twisted my arm, no. But she was persistent.”
“So you did take her out?” Joe retorted.
“No. We shared lunch in my truck. It wasn’t a date.”
Randi didn’t like what she was hearing. She wanted to leave. Why were they all but arguing over whether Mike and she had a date or not? She couldn’t force herself to stand, though a part of her wanted to. She looked up as Joe went on, sounding like he was trying to make a point.
“It sounds like a date to me.”
“Well it wasn’t,” Mike added with a look on his face that spoke volumes. They were talking code again, and their body language and actions told Randi, more than she wanted to know. Joe must have known that Mike was dating Celia, or someone, and he was trying to make a point that Mike didn’t need to be dating someone else on the side.
Randi blushed, and she hated that her voice shook when she spoke. “He’s right, it wasn’t a date, and I was kind of pushy.”
Randi wanted to storm from the room, but something held her to her seat. Pride maybe, or the fact that she
“You’re not. Grab some paper towels and join us,” Joe added as he sat down. “Tell me, Randi, how did you come to work for Mr. Taylor? Did you take Emma’s place?”
Randi got the paper towels from the sink and sat down. She took her pop and opened it, feeling nervous. “I work for Maids 101. They hired me to work the Taylor Party. I’m only temporary.”
Joe nodded, opened the box as Mike sat down, and pulled out a slice of pizza. “I don’t suppose you’re married, since you’re staying here. Will you be working from now until the party?”
“Ignore my friend and his nosey questions.” Mike took out a piece of pizza, laid it on a paper towel, and opened his can of root beer. “Joe knows no strangers, and he has no tact.”
“I don’t mind.” Randi reached in and took out a slice. “I’m not dating anyone at the moment, so no husbands or boyfriends to get angry when I don’t show up at home.”
“It’s still rude, even if you don’t mind the questions,” Mike said.
“How is that rude? She can ask me if I’m married if she wants to.” Joe flashed a smile. This comment won Joe a dirty look from Mike, but Randi tried to ignore it, and the strange way the two men were acting.
She took a bite of her pizza, wiped her mouth and glanced up as the two men sat across from each other, seeming to be having their own conversation with raised brows and dirty looks. She didn’t understand any of it, but they were both gorgeous, and she was hungry. So why not join them in a friendly exchange of information?
With a little digging she might figure out what was going on between Mike and Celia. At the least it would be fun chatting up these two guys. She took another bite, wiped her mouth with her napkin, picked up her drink and looked at Mike’s friend. “So, Joe, are you married?”
Randi listened as Joe talked. It was easy to see he was flirting with her, and easier to see that Mike didn’t like it one bit. At one point Randi was pretty sure that Mike kicked his friend under the table. It didn’t slow him down and he gave her a gorgeous smile as he spoke.
“What about you, Randi? Do you get out much?”
“I haven’t dated anyone seriously in a while,” Randi said, “Matter of fact, the other day when Mike picked me up in his beat up old Ford we had lunch. I don’t suppose you could call it a date, but I did pay for his meal.”
“I see,” Joe said and both men grew quiet. Again there was a kick under the table. Randi wasn’t sure. Maybe Joe kicked Mike this time. She looked up as Joe spoke.
“You made her pay for her own meal, and yours?”
Mike straightened in his seat and he sounded angry as he answered. “She all but forced me to take her out.” The tone he used showed he was half-kidding, half-serious.
“I find it hard to believe a woman forced you to do anything.”
Mike’s brow furrowed. “If you mean she twisted my arm, no. But she was persistent.”
“So you did take her out?” Joe retorted.
“No. We shared lunch in my truck. It wasn’t a date.”
Randi didn’t like what she was hearing. She wanted to leave. Why were they all but arguing over whether Mike and she had a date or not? She couldn’t force herself to stand, though a part of her wanted to. She looked up as Joe went on, sounding like he was trying to make a point.
“It sounds like a date to me.”
“Well it wasn’t,” Mike added with a look on his face that spoke volumes. They were talking code again, and their body language and actions told Randi, more than she wanted to know. Joe must have known that Mike was dating Celia, or someone, and he was trying to make a point that Mike didn’t need to be dating someone else on the side.
Randi blushed, and she hated that her voice shook when she spoke. “He’s right, it wasn’t a date, and I was kind of pushy.”
Randi wanted to storm from the room, but something held her to her seat. Pride maybe, or the fact that she
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