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entertaining?”
    Because I was boring, that’s why.
    “What did you have in mind?” Oh my God. I was flirting. I wasn’t even sure how I was pulling it off, but I was pretty sure I was.
    He grinned at me and looked me up and down. “A drink maybe?”
    I tried to imitate the low sexy voice my sister used when she talked to Sean. “How about after the show?”
    Joe raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
    I leaned forward. I was hoping that the green v-neck shirt I was wearing would pop forward and make me look more alluring. But in fact, I probably looked like the desperate professor I was. “Yeah. Hotel bar?”
    “I think that sounds like a great idea.”
    “Hi, there.”
    Damn it.
    Sam walked into the room. Joe and I both watched him as he took the chair beside me, turned it around and sat on it backwards, like the burn-out in high school.
    “What’s up?” he asked.
    “Nothing,” I said, grabbing my computer and shoving it into my bag.
    “I gotta go get ready for the set,” Joe said, standing up. “I’ll see you later.” He looked pointedly at me.
    “Definitely.”
    “What was that all about?”
    I stood up and threw my bag over my shoulder. “Nothing, moron.” I walked toward the door.
    “Nice covering you did today at the O’Malley house,” Sam said. “Not bad for a respectable professor.”
    “You’re an ass.”
    ****
    I was nervous as hell. I’d put on the sexiest outfit I’d brought with me, a light blue sundress with silver sandals. I was sitting at a table near the front of the bar, trying not to drink my amaretto sour too quickly. Joe walked in, looking like a rock god in ripped jeans and a Chrome t-shirt.
    “Hey there, Lisa,” he said, sliding into the chair across from me.
    “Hi.”
    “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”
    “Nope. I just got here.” I took a sip of my drink, trying to look coy.
    Joe flagged down a waitress and ordered a beer. Despite the fact that she was clearly trying to get his attention, he quickly turned back to me. I liked that.
    “You know, Lisa, I’ve been wondering about you since I met you at Sean’s wedding.”
    “You have?”
    “Yeah. You live in San Francisco, right?”
    “Actually, I live in Berkeley.”
    “Berkeley. I had some good times in Berkeley.” He leaned forward, placing his forearms on the table in front of him.
    “Hey guys, mind if I join you?”
    Unbelievable! I watched as Sam pulled a chair away from a table nearby, slid it across the floor and parked it, and himself, right between Joe and me.
    “Sam.” I thought I heard a hint of exasperation in Joe’s voice.
    “Actually, Sam, we do mind,” I said.
    Sam sat back in his chair, his hands behind his head. “Unfortunately Lisa, I’m under orders.”
    “What?”
    “Sean send you here?” Joe asked.
    Sam nodded.
    “Yeah, well.” Joe stood up. “That’s my cue.”
    “Wait,” I said.
    “Sorry, Lisa. I’ll see you later.” And he was gone.
    I turned on Sam. “I hate you.”
    He grinned.
    “Did Sean really send you here?”
    “Maybe.”
    “You jackass.” I stood up.
    “Wait up, Lisa. I have something to say, and I think you’ll want to hear it.”
    “I doubt that.” But I didn’t move away from the table.
    “Sit down for a few minutes. At least finish your drink, and hear me out.”
    What the hell was he up to? I sat down and took another sip from my glass. “Okay, what could you possibly have to say that I would be interested in?”
    He finally removed his hands from behind his head, so he looked a little less like an arrogant ass. “I told you I could read people, and you are an open book, Lisa. I figured something very interesting out about you.”
    “Oh really,” I said, trying to sound bored.
    “You have a thing for my brother.”
    Holy shit! My entire body tensed. But I had to act casual. I managed to reach my arm out and grab my glass. I took a long gulp, draining my drink, then set it down again and looked at Sam. “You must be