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was going through that steel trap of a mind of hers, but he wasn’t sure how to broach the subject.
    Not now, man. She has to go back to work in a few minutes, and I get the feeling this is a much, much longer conversation .
    Kat tried to focus. “Do Emma and Jenny know?”
    “Liv told Emma this morning, over at Dean’s place. And Chris is at the restaurant telling Jenny right now.”
    She managed a feeble grin. “So you guys split up the tasks, huh? And I guess you drew the short straw?”
    He laughed and despite her shock and horror she couldn’t help but smile at him; his laugh was even rarer than his smile and she always loved to hear it.
    “You know it, sweetheart,” he said.
    **
    Chris Brooker pulled up in front of Jenny’s restaurant and squinted through the massive window, noticing that as usual, every single table looked taken. He knew that this place served up one hell of a Saturday Brunch, and even though he couldn’t actually afford it himself on his garage mechanic’s salary, he’d certainly heard of it. ’Jenny’s’ was famous far beyond the Denver city limits.
    He walked in to the restaurant and saw Pedro, one of Jenny’s wait staff. Pedro grinned over at him and waved towards one of the high stools at the bar. Chris sat down and right away, Deanna brought him a coffee.
    “Hey, Chris,” she said. “You here for brunch?”
    “I wish,” he said. “You know I ain’t got that kind of cash, girl.”
    “Yeah. Me neither. I just nibble from the edges of the buffet when nobody’s looking.”
    They smiled at each other, and as always, Deanna took in his amazing body. She wondered how it would feel to be up against that chest, in those arms. And don’t get her started on the rest of him: clear gray eyes that were steady and gentle, full lips, close-cropped blond hair.
    The man may not be in active military service anymore, but dear Lord, he hasn’t lost one inch of muscle, has he? Ummm .
    From his side, Chris knew that Deanna was a good-looking woman, but she wasn’t really his type. Too thin, for starters; Chris was a big guy, and he liked to be with women with generous curves, women he could get in to bed with and not worry about breaking them in half.
    Jenny was his ideal, actually, with her almost perfect hourglass figure. Slim shoulders, gently-sloped breasts, a waist he was sure he could circle his large hands around. Then an ass that flared out in a firm curve, thighs that just begged for him to crawl in between them. Add in Jenny’s long blonde hair and blue eyes, and you had Chris’ idea of the perfect woman.
    He knew that not everyone agreed with him, including Jenny herself; more than once, she’d called herself fat and he’d gently corrected her. He’d read a few articles about her in some bullshit hipster foodie magazines, and he’d seen her compared to Nigella Lawson – both favorably and not-so-much.
    Her fans and sycophants nattered on about Jenny’s warmth as a person and genuine love of color and flavor and fun, creative food combinations. Her critics and snarky idiots wondered if she was aspiring to be the ‘American Nigella’… right down to the fat ass and tree-trunk thighs.
    It made his blood boil that anyone would think it OK to criticize such a sweet, giving woman, but freedom of expression and all that. Chris was a big believer in individual rights, and he supposed that included the right to be an utter asshole, if that’s what you chose to do with your time on earth.
    “So you here to see Jenny?” Deanna asked him.
    Chris nodded. “She around?”
    “In the kitchen.”
    “Of course,” he said. “She really busy?”
    “No, everything’s pretty much done for the brunch. I think she’s just supervising the start of the prep for the catering job tomorrow.”
    “A wedding?”
    “Yep,” Deanna said. “You want to go back and see her?”
    “Yeah, I’ll do that. Thanks, Dee.”
    “Sure,” she said to his back, admiring those broad shoulders under