Page 9 of Capturing Clint

“And for Doug it’s Shakira. He says if he wasn’t with me, he’d go in a completely opposite direction with Latina spice.”

He and Chrissy broke out in laughter. “Oh, I hope this isn’t making you uncomfortable?” Zac asked of Clint.

“Not at all. A person should be free to love anyone of their choosing.”

“Oh, I am going to like you,” Zac all but cooed. “I think he’s a keeper, Chrissy.”

Chrissy chuckled nervously andthought,if he only knew…

“May I invite you to dinner?” Clint asked. “It’ll give us a chance to catch up.” He turned to Zac. “That is if you didn’t have other plansafteryour business here?”

“That would be lovely!” Chrissy quickly supplied before Zac could respond. “Why don’t we arrange to meet around five for an early dinner?”

“I’d like that. Zac, will you be joining us?”

Chrissy gave him the subtle look ofHeck, No!One he knew all too well.

“Another time,” Zac said. “I need to finish up a few things and call Doug.”

Chrissy pulled a business card out of a hidden pocket in her skirt. She grabbed a pen Zac had and wrote on the card. “Here’s my cell and where we’re staying. We can meet in the lobby. Call if anything comes up.”

Clint raised an eyebrow, along with a corner of his mouth at her remark. “You’ll be the first to know.”

As their fingers made contact, she couldn’t mistake the zip she felt. A warm rush flooded her from head to toe, not only from his touch, but also the innuendo of her remark.

“Okay, well then,” Chrissy said, becoming flustered. “I’ll see you later.”

“I look forward to it,” Clint said. “Zac, nice to have met you.”

As Clint walked from the room, Chrissy still couldn’t believe what just happened.

“Are you okay?” Zac asked softly.

“I don’t know.” She turned to her friend. “Oh my God, Zac. After all these years, Clint Jessup.”

“Yes.”

“That’s all you have to say?”

“What else would you like me to say, darling?” Zac rubbed her arms for comfort.

“I don’t know,” she said again. “Oh my God, and I’m having dinner with him! What the heck?”

“Why are you freaking out? The man of your dreams has just walked back into your life! Time to rejoice.”

“Rejoice? I don’t even know if he’s available. He could be married for all I know. We barely got a chance to talk. What if—”

“Chrissy, relax. Tonight, you’ll have a pleasant dinner, you’ll talk and catch up, and if the stars are in your favor, you just may have your fantasy fulfilled.” At that, he arced his arm while snapping his fingers, winking at her.

“What do you mean? You think I’m going to have sex with him tonight?” She all but screeched.

“You looked ready to climb him right here.”

“I think I’m going to be sick.” Chrissy bent at the waste, gulping for air.

Zac pulled her upright, looking sternly at her. “Chrissy, you are a smart, sophisticated woman. You are not going to fall apart.” He linked his arm with hers. “Come on. Let’s go get you ready for your date.”

“I have hours yet. What about the art?”

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