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“You really like her, huh?” Jake said.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to. I can see it on your face.”

My phone buzzed on the desk. It was a client I’d called earlier this morning to see if he could get me into Chez Coucou. His assistant had said he was overseas. I swiped to answer. “Hey, Robert. Thanks for calling me back.”

“No problem. I’m just about to board a flight, so I don’t have long.”

“It’s not that important. But since I have you, any chance you have a connection at Chez Coucou? I’m trying to get a reservation, but the place is locked down like damn Fort Knox.”

“I don’t. But have you tried Alan Fortunato?”

“Yeah, no luck.”

“Sorry, man.”

“Alright. I appreciate you calling back from the road.”

“If you wind up getting into that place, let me know if it’s worth the hype.”

“I will.”

I tossed my phone on my desk and sighed.

Jake still hadn’t left. “Why do you need to get into Chez Coucou tonight?”

“None of your business.”

Jake shrugged. “Alright. But I can probably get you in.”

My eyes narrowed. “How?”

“I went to college with the manager, Brett Sumner.” He tapped his fist to his chest. “Phi Sigma Kappa brothers. He’ll do anything for me.”

“Why the hell didn’t you say so? Didn’t you hear me talking to Gwen about it when you walked in?” I pointed to the cell perpetually in Jake’s hand. “Call and see if I can get a table for eight thirty.”

“For how many people?”

“Two.”

“What’s the name of the other person you’ll be dining with?”

“Just put the reservation under my name.”

Jake grinned. “I’m going to need to know the name of the other person if you want me to make the call.”

“What the fuck for?”

“Because you seem pretty desperate to get this reservation. You turn away clients these days, so I know you’re not desperate to impress one. I’m guessing it’s a woman. And I’m curious to know who’s under your skin.”

I jabbed my finger in the direction of his cell. “Just make the fucking call.”

His grin widened. “Not without telling me who you’re trying to impress.”

“I’m not trying to impress anyone. I just… I need the reservation. Can you do that for me?”

“It’s Nora, isn’t it?”

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