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Bruce stared at the woman he’d aimed for like a laser beam

She was tilting her head at him, focusing on him with those inquisitive blue eyes. To other people that might be a good sign, but not to him.

He wanted a distraction. That was all.

He held the glass out again. “I can’t promise it’s a good year, but I can promise a decent toast from it.”

She smiled at him, a brilliant, relieved smile. “Then I’m glad I didn’t leave and miss the opportunity.”

He handed her the flute of champagne, his heart kicking up a notch. She accepted it with a small laugh, and for a moment their fingers brushed.

He lifted his glass to her. “To getting to know you better.”

She took a sip as he did the same. The tart, bubbly taste jarred him as they watched each other over the rims of their glasses. The magnetism between them made his blood pump.

She was still looking at his mouth. Maybe she wanted him to stay for purely selfish reasons.

He could handle that.

“I’m Bruce,” he said. “And you are…?”

Her brow furrowed. Her mouth opened, then closed.

Ah, hell. And they’d been doing so well.