“I want to visit a sick friend.”
Shayde smiled. “Paris, surely you can think up a better excuse than that.”
“All right, I’ve got a heavy date, an interview, an acting class. What’ll it take to get out of here for a few hours?”
“If you leave, we might lose all our female customers,” Shayde said teasingly.
“What is this? A compliment from the hottest woman this side of the Mason-Dixon Line?”
“All right, you little charmer, but you be here early tomorrow night, and no more time off until you make up the hours you missed. Got it?”
“Sure,” he said and gave her a wink and a smile as he threw his jacket over his shoulder and walked out.
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