“I’ll be here at eight.” Neal reached over the counter and squeezed Hayden’s hand. “I did the inviting so it’s my treat.” He winked, then turned to leave, nodding politely to the woman behind him who was huffing impatiently. When he was on the sidewalk, he stopped, looked through the large front window, and waved discreetly. Hayden brushed back his bangs and fiddled with his glasses, and Neal nodded once, obviously convinced his message had been received.
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For the rest of the day Hayden’s emotions alternated between excitement and verging on a panic attack. The only thing he could think about was Neal and his smooth smile, sexy eyes, and quiet voice. Sex on legs didn’t begin to describe what Hayden thought of Neal.