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THE MOST stunning woman Cole had ever seen was standing beside a giant flower arrangement in the center of the vast hotel lobby. She was wearing a long shimmering blue dress, sleeveless and slit well above her knee. With her upswept hairdo she resembled a princess.

His mouth went dry as he wondered what his chances were of meeting her. He glanced around and didn’t see Tess. What was this mysterious business about meeting her here?

He walked toward the lovely vision, half expecting her to vanish like a mirage. Instead she turned slightly and looked directly at him with a mischievous little smile.

“Tess.” He hadn’t felt so winded since the last time his midsection had connected with a football helmet.

“Did you have trouble parking?” she asked with suspicious sweetness.

“I managed to get into the parking garage after I maneuvered around all the stretch limos. The street is clogged with them.”

“Must be some fancy affair going on. You cleaned up well—the tux looks good.”

“You, too.” He was trying not to stare, but his eyeballs had a will of their own.

“It was nice of you to come,” she said serenely.

“It’s the least I could do after all you’ve done to help me.” He felt a sudden rush of gratitude that tonight’s blind date had canceled. “Why didn’t you let me pick you up? I borrowed Zack’s vintage Mustang.”

“Oh, meeting here worked better.” She smiled so slyly he was even more mystified.

“Glad you didn’t wear black,” he said softly.

“Glad you did.”

Enough of this small talk, he thought. He wanted to tell her she looked gorgeous, stunning, fantastic, but this was Tess. He couldn’t tell a friend she was so beautiful he felt as if he’d fallen on his head and was seeing stars.

“Shall we?” He offered his arm. “What’s this party for, anyway?”

“It’s in the Windsor Room,” she said, which didn’t answer his question.

The hotel worked hard to create old-world ambience. The staff spoke in hushed voices, and no litter would dare appear on the faux Oriental carpeting. They passed a cluster of massive burgundy leather chairs, and Cole thought how much fun it would be to pull Tess down on his lap and…

“Hey, how did you get here?” he asked, increasingly curious about her metamorphosis from shop girl to elegant partygoer.

“Here we are.” She smiled brightly and ignored his question.

The lobby was shabby compared to the grandeur of the ballroom. He took in the gold-flecked marble walls and a chandelier big enough to light Toledo. Tables were arranged in a large T and covered with place settings on white linen. It was the centerpieces that really caught his eye. Huge arrangements of orchids, exotic lilies and other florists’ fancies were festooned with baby rattles and clusters of pink and blue pacifiers.