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jeans pocket
and struggled into them, balancing on one leg as he quickly zipped, tucked and
buttoned.
    “What do I do with this condom?”
    “Ick.” She scowled. “That’s your department.”
    “He’s your boss,” Diego said. “I got no beef with him. I
don’t even know the guy.”
    “Well, you know me,” she said, poking him in the chest.
“You’ll have a beef with me if you don’t solve the problem yourself.”

Chapter Four
     
    “I can’t believe you’re taking me to a roach coach for
lunch,” Yancey teased Diego lightheartedly. If she’d truly been offended, her
eyelashes wouldn’t be fluttering.
    He knew she’d change her tune once she took her first bite
anyway. Otherwise they had no future together beyond the great sex in the here
and now. That alone was epic.
    “I’m going to order for you too,” he said, “so you might as
well be indignant now and get over it by the time we get to the front of the
line.”
    “Yeah.” She butted her shoulder against his. “What’s with
this ridiculously long line anyhow? I’ve waited less at Chez Pierre’s on a
Saturday night with no reservations.”
    “Chez Pierre’s, huh?” He matched her shoulder butt with one
of his own. He wrapped his fingers around her wrist, fearing for a split second
that she might topple off her absurdly high heels. “What kind of schmuck would
take you to Chez Pierre’s on a Saturday night without making reservations?”
    Yancey pushed up onto her tippy-toes to peck at his lips. “A
schmuck who took me for granted.” She landed another quick kiss on his mouth
    Sweet. “What a fool.” Diego clasped his hand on her
neck and kissed her firmly without much thought to the public forum. He didn’t
care who saw them. Why would he? She was the hottest thing on two heels. And he
was the luckiest guy in a five-block radius—maybe six.
    “Are you a fool?” she asked when they broke apart.
    Looking into her eyes for any sign of deceit, he replied,
“I’m no fool.”
    Or maybe he was. Maybe he was the kind of fool who’d fall
over and over again for the wrong kind of girl. Seemed he had a type and that
type was bent on breaking his heart, spirit and pocketbook—not necessarily in
that order. Order implied predictability and women were anything but
predictable.
    She locked her hands behind her back, thrusting out her
chest as a result. Twisting from side to side, she said, “If I didn’t know for
a fact this particular roach coach got an A plus rating from the health
department, you’d be eating alone, mister.”
    Diego chuckled. “And how do you know that?”
    “Our food critic did a piece for the leisure section a couple
months ago.” Yancey smiled sweetly. “I was the fact-checker.”
    “Next?” yelled the dodgy-looking guy in the roach coach, and
the line moved. He looked as if he’d forgotten to shave that morning. The cook
at the grill had tattoos from his wrists to his shirtsleeves and probably
beyond.
    “You allergic to anything?” Diego asked. When she shook her
head, he said, “You’re not one of those vegetarians, are you?”
    “Nope.” She smiled and gnashed her teeth playfully at him.
“I’m a man eater.”
    She was impish and flirty and wickedly naughty. And he loved
it. Yancey was playing him like a finely tuned instrument. He had a feeling she
had no idea of the power she wielded. Or perhaps that was part of her
superpower, the ability to completely fool him, make him do her dirty work,
whatever that might be. Rob a bank. Kill off her cheating husband. Take the
fall for robbing a bank or killing off her cheating husband. He swallowed his
doubts and winked at her. “Good.”
    The aroma of grilled peppers and onions, along with the
sizzle from the grill, made his stomach rumble. At the front of the line Diego
ordered nachos with everything, a super burrito and a sampler platter of tacos,
taquitos and tamales. After paying, he cleared a dirty picnic table where he
and Yancey settled and