Heart's Reward. Donna Hill
“I’ll see you soon.” He hung up the phone and prepared for the rest of his night.
Claude strode into the lobby of the Marriot shortly after nine-thirty. As usual for midtown Manhattan hotels, the lobby, the bar and the restaurant were pulsing with activity. He slipped out of his black linen jacket and draped it over his arm as he wound his way around the bustling bodies and headed in the direction of the bar.
He spotted her before she saw him. Her fiery red hair with sunset highlights was like a beacon, falling in a tumble of silken waves to her bare shoulders. She wore black, as he did. Her snuggly fitted dress hugged every inch of her, at least the few inches that were covered by fabric. She was in an animated conversation with a man who seemed intent on discovering what she may have hidden between her very inviting cleavage that rose above the scoop neck top of her dress.
Claude smiled. Traci was still being her devilish self. He moved into her line of sight and when she spotted him, her emerald-green eyes lit up like fireworks. She put down her glass, patted her conversation companion on the shoulder and walked away, leaving him with his mouth hanging open.
“Claude.” She walked right up to him, slid her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips.
He hooked one arm around her narrow waist and pulled her tight against him for a quick trip down memory lane before breaking the kiss. “I would ask how you’re doing, but I can tell you’re doing just fine.”
Traci laughed and linked her fingers with Claude’s. “Girl has to have some fun. I’m starved. How about you?”
He thought of the plate Lin had fixed and left in the oven that he’d never had a chance to touch. “Me, too.”
“Good. Come on.”
“So, catch me up. How is life in the fast lane?” Traci asked as she cut into her steak.
“Well, you know the senator has his hands in as many pots as the law allows. He’s chair of two major committees and sits on a half dozen others. My plate stays full.” He chewed on his forkful of steak, which nearly melted in his mouth.
“Do you think it was the job or the whole black, white thing that kept us from getting together?” Traci asked casually.
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