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table?”
    “That’s easy,” Ian replied. “One of us can go check. Though I believe the better way would be to just ask the hostess if the Williams party has arrived. According to the email, that’s the name they made the reservation in, remember? Williams as in Senator John Williams of Illinois.”
    “Do you think she’d give us that information?”
    “Maybe not if we go together, but if I went up alone, I’m sure she’d give it to me.” Ian put a hand on my arm and gave me an annoyingly confident smile. “What do you think of that approach?”
    I swatted his hand off me and rolled my eyes. “Yeah, you could probably squeeze it out of her one way or another. I’ve seen you in action.”
    “Okay, let me just have a sip of my gin and tonic first. Then I’ll go.”
    The bartender returned with our drinks, placing a glass of white wine before me and the mixed drink before Ian. I gazed jealously at Ian’s glass, wishing I had ordered something stronger than wine. I felt like I needed it in order to go through with what I was about to do.
    Damn, what is wrong with me? I’m acting like I’m about to get executed.

    Disgusted with myself and the sudden streak of wimpiness that kept assaulting me, I grabbed my wine and had a large sip.
    “Are you okay?” Ian asked, brows raised. He brought his own drink to his lips and had a sip.
    I had another big sip of wine before putting the glass back down. “Yeah, why do you ask?”
    “You have a big scowl on your face. You can’t go in looking like that when you go up to their table.”
    I gave him a smirk. “Don’t you worry, bloke. I’ll take care of my part. Now go see if they’re even here.”
    Ian put his glass down. “I’ll be right back.”
    I watched him as he made his way up to the hostess stand, leaned onto it and served the girl a smile that would floor most women. She giggled and began squirming, playing with her ponytail as he kept talking; it was clear that she was enjoying herself. Her eyes went down to the stand and after some time they returned to Ian. She nodded and said something. He gave her another killer smile, a nod and then returned to me.
    When he sat down, his eyes went to my wine glass.
    “Want another one?” he asked.
    “Why do you…” After having lowered my gaze, I understood why he was asking; my wine glass was nearly empty. “Sure, why not? What did the girl say?”
    “That they arrived half an hour ago.” Ian waved over the bartender and indicated my glass. “We should get this party started shortly, so you need to chug that wine if you require the strength of alcohol to talk to these people.”
    I glared at him even though he was correct—the prospect of talking to these people made me so nervous I honestly didn’t think I’d be able to go through with it unless I got some more wine into my body. It was beyond pathetic. Luckily, the bartender was soon back with another glass for me. I had three big sips, then I forced myself to put it back down and get to my feet.
    “Okay, I’m ready,” I said. “Let’s get this over with.”
    “That’s my girl. And remember that you’re drop dead gorgeous. All you really need to do is go up and say hi, the rest will work itself out. They’ll all be busy staring at you the way everyone else is staring at you in this room.”
    “Yeah, yeah, whatever.” I knew I looked better than I’d ever looked before wearing this insanely expensive dress and the strappy heels, and that the hairstylist and makeup artist had done wonders with me. But there were quite a few good-looking women at this restaurant. We couldn’t count on all those people around the table staring at me because I was so incredibly smashing as Ian kept saying. I needed to actually keep them engaged with my conversation to make sure they didn’t see what he was up to.
    “Break a leg,” Ian whispered into my ear right before I took off into the dining room.
    I was somewhat familiar with the layout as I had