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spacious restaurant with black-vested waitstaff and plenty of light.
"You'll need to bring your man back here," Steven said, "and have him buy you one of the
pomegranate margaritas."
"Good stuff?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah."
When the waitress came to take our orders, she flirted outrageously with Mark, fluttering
enviously long lashes. Mark flirted back. As the meal progressed, the exuberant redhead-whose
name tag introduced her as Shawna-became bolder, touching Mark's shoulders and the back of his
neck every time she came by. In return, Mark's banter became more suggestive, until I eyed Steven
nervously, watching his face redden and his scowl deepen by the moment. Shifting uncomfortably, I
was counting down the minutes until the tension-fraught meal was over.
"Let's get together tonight," Shawna said to Mark when she brought the check. "One night
with me and I'll cure you."
I gaped. Seriously?
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