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It was while he was getting in an hour’s swim on Lake Washington, the bracing water knocking some sense into him, that Tony figured out that he’d literally stumbled onto his plan. The next Friday he was ready.
Raquel breezed into the shop with her six dollars and ever-present smile. He took her money, handed over her pre-filled bag, then lifted one of his own and sent her a questioning glance.
Her smile quirked up on one side and lit her eyes. Damn! And he’d thought she was a knock-out before. That’s when he understood that a regular smile was her default state. But it was only when it went sideways that he’d really tickled her funny bone.
She tipped her head to the side, causing her hair to cascade down over one shoulder in thick waves that just begged to be gently brushed back from
