her. âNot really.â
âYou gonna stare at him all night?â Louise asked.
âWho?â Abby blinked at the older woman. âOh. Riley. You wanted to know why Iâm here with him tonight,â she reminded them, amazed that she remembered the question. âIâm here because he asked.â
As if his ears were burning, Riley glanced in her direction and smiled. It threw Abby off-kilter, as if Mackenzie Andrews had just set off a flash in her face. Or maybe the wine had given her a lovely buzz, but she wouldnât bet on it. When Riley said something to the other men and walked in her direction, she braced herself.
âHi,â he said, stopping beside her.
âHi. Do you know Roy and Louise Gibson? They own this restaurant,â she said, indicating the older couple and the room around them.
âRiley Dixon.â He shook hands with them. âNice to meet you.â
âLikewise,â Roy said. âWelcome to the Charity City Chamber of Commerce. I understand youâre real busy with that security business of yours.â
âYes, sir. Right now, Iâm working on a system for all the high schools in the district.â
âI heard. Walt Emerson is president of the school board. He comes in to eat a lot. Says they were impressed with the plan and procedures you presented.â
âThatâs good to hear.â Riley smiled at the other man.
âYou know, son, some time soon Iâd like to talk to you about updating the security system here in the restaurant.â
âBe happy to discuss it with you, sir.â
âItâll have to wait,â Louise said, pointing. âEllaâs trying to get our attention.â She took her husbandâs hand.âSheâs our hostess. And ten to one, thereâs a problem we need to deal with.â
âGo,â Abby said. âDonât worry about us.â
âNice to meet you, Riley,â Roy said as his wife dragged him off.
âSame here, sir,â he said, then met Abbyâs gaze. âSorry I abandoned you.â
âYou didnât. Itâs called networking. And you were doing a fine job of it.â
âThat I was.â
She drank the last of the wine in her glass. âHowâs it going?â
âReally good.â
Just then, a flash went off in front of them, blinding Abby. When her vision cleared, she recognized Mackenzie Andrews.
âSorry about the flash.â The pretty brunette nodded with satisfaction. âBut in underlit rooms like this, itâs the only way to get a decent shot.â
âThen you must have a whole bunch of decent shots of Jack Wentworth,â Riley said.
The womanâs gaze strayed to the tall, exceptionally good-looking son of the mayor. Her lip curled distastefully. âI certainly do.â
âMac, what have you got against Jack?â Abby asked.
âLong story. And Iâm working.â She shrugged and moved away to snap more pictures and take notes for her article.
âHi, you two.â Des OâDonnell appeared on the other side of her.
Abby hadnât actually met him. She recognized him from his photograph posted on the auction Web site.Sheâd come across it when sheâd been looking to buy a guy for her nature guide. Desâs dark blond hair, blue eyes and cocky smile were even better in person. He was a pretty attractive man, and she figured Molly had noticed. Although theyâd only become close friends in the last couple of years, Abby knew Molly pretty well. She didnât think her friend wanted Des for âunder wraps,â horizontal hula activities. But she had no clue what Molly planned to do with him. She only knew his company had been awarded the contract for the new wing of the pre-school where Molly worked.
âHi, Des. Abby Walsh,â she said, holding out her hand.
âNice to meet you, Abby.â He shook her hand and nodded to Riley. âI
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