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eyes narrowed.
    Meadow.
    That was way too unusual of a name to be a coincidence. So I checked her driver’s license photo, and behold, it was the same girl I met at the charity event. She was in tears at the bathroom, upset over some jerk off whom treated her like garbage.
    Even now I don’t understand why I stopped when I saw her. I could have easily looked the other way and pretended I didn’t notice her falling tears. But I didn’t. I tried to help her. I wanted to help her.
    I wondered what she needed my services for. What is for the same guy? Why was this beautiful girl trying so hard to impress a guy who clearly didn’t give a damn about her? Women were weird sometimes. They had all the power and they didn’t even know it.
    I walked inside the coffee shop and immediately spotted her sitting in a booth in the corner. Judging the way her eyes immediately turned to me, she’d been expecting me. When Danielle told her my name she made the connection, just as I made the connection with her.
    I straightened my tie and approached her table. When I got a closer look, I was surprised by the appearance of her startling green eyes. Now that she wasn’t crying, she had a different appearance. I didn’t think she was ugly on that night, but I hadn’t taken the time to really notice her beauty either. I was too distracted.
    Meadow gave me a nervous smile. But it was still nice to see. “So, we meet again?”
    “We do.” I extended my hand to shake hers. “And it’s a pleasure.”
    She shook it with a firm grasp before she dropped her hand.
    I noticed the way her small wrist felt in my grasp. I only had a second to analyze it, but it was enough. Then I dropped the embrace and sat in the seat across from her.
    She took me in with her pretty eyes. Her brown hair framed her face in slight curves. Her nails were painted green, identical to the color of her eyes. She wore shorts that showed off her toned legs. Her top didn’t have a sleeve so I could see her well-rounded shoulders. Her body was a perfect ten. Her face was in eleven. “What are the odds?” She fidgeted with her hands like she was nervous.
    “Yeah,” I agreed. “What are they?”
    “So, you’re an escort?” she asked.
    “Yep,” I said. “I’ve been doing it for years.”
    “When I saw you at the charity event…”
    “I was working,” I said proactively. “The girl hired me but drank way too much. All I did was pull her hair back all night. It was easy money either way—just not what I signed up for.”
    “Did she get home okay?”
    “Yeah,” I said. “She passed out in the bathroom so I took her to my apartment. When she woke up at three in the afternoon the following day, I took her home.”
    “Good think you’re a nice guy.”
    “I feel like I’m holding down the fort most of the time.” A coffee sat in front of her but she didn’t touch it. I got a whiff of the smell, and the distinct scent of hazelnut was in the air. “So, how can I help you?”
    She rested her arms on the table. “Well, you already know a little bit of my problem…”
    “Your boss?”
    She nodded.
    “The guy who ditched you?” I tried to remind her this guy wasn’t worth fighting for.
    “Unfortunately.”
    This woman was too beautiful for this crap. I didn’t care if the guy was Brad Pitt’s twin. There was no reason why he shouldn’t want her. There was a possibility she was insanely annoying or irritating, but I could tell she wasn’t from the limited interaction I had with her. She certainly was nothing like Theresa. “Tell me more about this relationship.”
    She made a deep sigh before she spoke. “I’ve known him for most of my life, and I’ve had an insane crush on him since I started liking boys. So, I’ve been blessed with this curse for a very long time.”
    “And it’s never gone away?”
    “Not really,” she admitted. “I’ve seen guys here and there but no one serious. And he’s never seen me with anyone.”
    “That sounds