You
can't look that delicious and not be married if married is what you want to be."
"Maybe I'm just waiting for Mr. Right."
Shaking his head, Cade said, "Nope. Doesn't seem to fit. Can't say exactly
why, but I don't think that's the answer."
Mandi laughed and asked, "Did I tell you he seems to be fairly smart, too?"
"Yes, indeed you did. Notice how he mixed that compliment with undeniable
logic before he stated an intuition?"
Standing up, Mandi said, "Sure did. If nobody's going to drink any more
champagne, I think it's dinnertime."
Andrea and Cade agreed and they trooped out of the room and down the hall to
the elevator, which was moving with a bit more alacrity since the convention
crowd had begun thinning.
Cade had expected Andrea to produce a car and simply drive them to the
restaurant she'd mentioned, so it surprised him a bit when Mandi poked the
button for the top floor.
During the ride up, he considered a few things. Mandi had likely spent some
time discussing him with Andrea. Call it a briefing of sorts. She'd known about
his cats and his preference for gin and bitter lemon was in his records.
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