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Gazing out of the bay window of the café, Sage lifted a cup of steaming cappuccino to her mouth. She had managed to get away from the office for a block of uninterrupted time to finish the memorandum for Judge Costner and opposing counsel.
Across the street, a disturbingly familiar figure parked his motorcycle. She squinted to make sure, but there was no doubt about it. It was most definitely the same man who had given her a ride and left her only marginally on the side of satisfied.
A full day had passed before she’d gotten over her fury at him for abandoning her, because yes, she’d felt abandoned. If he had the time to get his hand down her pants, then dammit, he had the time to ride out her o****m. He’d left her hanging on purpose. She was sure of it. That was over three days ago,
