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Dragging Them In

Erica

"Hey, pretty girl." He turned toward me as I opened the door and got into the car.

"Hey. The traffic bad on the way over here?" I buckled up and stiffened a little as he leaned over and pulled me into a warm kiss. It only took a second of being pressed against him to loosen me up. How lame were my standards?

"Not bad at all. I'd drive anywhere to get to you though." He wagged his eyebrows before moving back into his seat. "So tell me about this gallery. I haven't heard much about it."

"It's locally owned, like a lot of the galleries around here. The artist actually lives in Paris, but his sister runs the gallery here for him. His pieces are abstract, complex, hard to decipher."

"Hmmm... sounds like my kind of guy."

"Very true." I clasped my hands in my lap and sunk back against my seat. "I'm so glad this week is over."

"I bet." He reached over and wrapped his hand around mine. "I'm looking forward to the weekend."

"Me too. It'll be nice to get out of here for a while."

"Who's wa
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