A Glimpse of Fire. Debbi Rawlins
face with a deep cleft in his strong chin that had a way of sending her thoughts in a dangerous direction.
The announcement came that the store would be closing in five minutes.
Freedom. Hallelujah!
She and Steve exchanged a brief glance.
That’s when she noticed him. Approaching the window. One of the guys she’d seen earlier. Not the good-looking one with the dimpled chin but the shorter one.
He stopped dead center and stared at her intensely, thoroughly, as if she were a museum exhibit. She tried not to move, not to give any sign of acknowledgement. Then he mouthed something to her, but still she refused to focus on his lips or try to understand what he was saying.
Panic knotted her tummy, and she tried to disguise the deep unsteady breath she took. Just what she needed—some pervert following her home later. She’d have to duck out the employee door, maybe even get Steve to share a cab with her.
The guy walked up to the security guard, who stood at the door making sure no one slipped inside, and the two men shook hands. They apparently knew each other, which brought Dallas some relief.
Behind her, Trudie’s assistant opened the door to the window, at the same time dimming the display lights, a signal it was over. They were free. At least until tomorrow night. She and Steve looked at each other. He smiled. She groaned. Of course, he looked as if he were barely out of his teens. His back and legs probably didn’t ache as hers did.
“You okay?” he asked, his incredibly pretty blue eyes clouding with genuine concern. Nice guy. Idaho born and bred, he’d only moved to the city six months ago. He’d change. They all did.
“Terrific.”
“You look awful.”
“Thank you.”
“I didn’t mean it like that.” He actually blushed as he stepped aside to let her out first.
She grinned. Too bad he wasn’t older. “Aren’t you a little stiff?”
His brows rose in surprise. “Why?”
“Never mind.”
She climbed out, smiling ruefully to herself. It wasn’t that she was in bad shape. Just the opposite. Working in construction for the past year and a half had probably gotten her into the best condition she’d ever been. This was different. Holding the same position for an hour at a time wasn’t easy. Nothing like it had been eight years ago in college.
A couple of stragglers leaving the store stopped to stare at her. She accepted a robe from Trudie’s assistant and pulled it on over the tiny red bikini before heading for the dressing room. The lights flickered—the store’s final warning for everyone to leave.
“Hey, you wanna go for a drink?” Steve threw his robe over his shoulder.
Drink? Bathroom? Oh, God. “How about a rain check?” she said without breaking her stride.
“Sure.” He shrugged, smiled. “See you tomorrow evening.”
Dallas sighed as he walked ahead of her. He sure was pretty. Young but pretty.
“Excuse me.”
Dallas heard the voice behind her and glanced over her shoulder. It was him. The guy who’d been standing outside a moment ago. Her chest tightened. “The store is closed. You’ll have to leave.”
He gave her a boyish grin. “I know the security guard. Besides, I only need a minute of your time.”
“I don’t have a minute.”
“Look, I want to hire you.” He produced a business card from his jacket pocket. “For Saturday night. Your usual modeling fee, of course.”
She barely glanced at the card. “I’m not a model. I’m doing this as a favor for a friend.” She tried to hand him back the card but he wouldn’t take it.
“Call my office,” he said. “Check me out. Or ask Jimmy.” He inclined his head toward the security guard.
She shook her head. “Look, I—”
“I’m not a kook or a pervert.” His boyish grin took a chink out of her resolve. “Well, my friends may argue that point. But seriously, I only want to play a practical joke on my friend. He was here earlier with me and saw you and…well, we have a company dinner at the boss’s house this Saturday and I thought it would be pretty funny if you showed up.”
Of course she remembered the guy. His face was surprisingly clear in her mind. That strong, dimpled jaw stood out in particular.
“He thinks you’re a mannequin.”
That startled a laugh out of her. Oops! Bad move. She squeezed her thighs together. “I’ll think about it and call you, okay?” she said as she started toward the bathroom.
“Tom!” The security guard motioned the man to the door. “I gotta lock up.”
“I’ll be waiting to hear from you.” Tom backed toward the door. “Either way, call me, will you?”
“Sure,” she said, amazed that she was even considering it.
“I THINK YOU’RE NUTS IF YOU don’t go.” Wendy plopped down on the love seat with a bowl of buttered popcorn that she placed between her thighs. “How totally cool. You’d be like the mystery woman.”
If Dallas denied being intrigued by the prospect, she’d be a liar, but the situation was just so way out there. “Pass me some popcorn, would you?”
“You won’t like it. I used a whole block of butter,” she said, licking her fingers.
“I don’t suppose you set any popcorn aside for me.”
“Sorry.”
“Thanks.” Dallas sighed as she pushed off the purple beanbag chair. Some things never changed.
They’d been roommates for three years, but Wendy still hadn’t grasped the concept of sharing. She had other good qualities, Dallas reminded herself as she grabbed an apple from the basket of fruit they kept on top of the refrigerator—the only spare spot in the minuscule kitchen.
“So, you saw this guy, right?” Wendy asked between handfuls of popcorn.
“Briefly. Anyway, it’s not like it’s a blind date. Just a prank.”
“What does he look like?”
“Tall, kind of wiry, athletic-type body, dark hair, hazel eyes, strong square jaw.”
Wendy snorted. “Just a brief look, huh?”
“Keep stuffing your face and shut up.” Dallas sank back into the chair and stretched her legs out. “I called that guy Tom’s office. I didn’t talk to him. Just made sure he really worked there.”
“And what about Saturday night? How do you know it’s legit?”
“I pretended I was a florist and wanted to confirm the delivery date for the dinner.”
“Very sneaky. I’m impressed.”
Dallas groaned. “But I still don’t know if I should do this.”
“Did Trudie have an opinion?”
“Please, you need to ask? She thinks I’d be crazy to do it.”
“Screw it. She’s gotten too conservative since she caved in and got a nine-to-fiver. Go. Be daring. Have fun. What else do you have to do Saturday, anyway?”
Dallas watched a popcorn kernel slip from Wendy’s hand and fall to the floor to join several of its friends. Dallas sighed. Wendy was right. What else did she have to do Saturday night besides clean up Wendy’s mess?
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