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hadn't. Rory's illness had taken her totally by surprise, and totally unprepared to fill in for him. |
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'Ah-ha! There you are, you little bugger.' |
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Mercer appeared to be only three blocks from her present location. |
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She folded the map, tossed it onto the dashboard, and made a U-turn. |
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With any luck, she would make the delivery and be back at the restaurant by seven-twenty. That would give her forty minutes to spare, but of course her father would likely ship her right off on another errand. And then another. |
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'Buck up,' she told herself. 'It's not the end of the world. Consider it an intermission.' |
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Though she wouldn't be seeing much of Trevor tonight, he would surely pop in tomorrow. |
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That wasn't much consolation. She'd been looking forward to tonight, had even discarded her usual jeans and blouse for a dress, all the better to attract his eye. |
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Well, she would find time to drop by his table no matter what. Slip off the coat, first. Have a few words with him. |
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Maureen made a left turn, then smiled. Suppose she invited him to come along? He's off duty tonight, isn't he? |
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I don't want to scare him off. |
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Cop or not, he's obviously a timid man. The poor blighter might go into cardiac arrest if I try to drag him off with me . . . But not if I plead for his help. After all, I'm the new girl in town and don't know my |
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