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Ryske had just disappeared around the screen that separated the front desk from the dining room when Rupert came up behind her. Seeing him so close so suddenly was a surprise. He must have rushed all the way around the table. The poor guy was stressed, that much was obvious. Harlow could understand why and didn’t envy his position.
Grabbing her hand, Rupert pulled her through the restaurant and out of the back exit to the parking lot.
“Uh, I’d like to keep my arm, if possible,” she said when they stopped in the shadows of the perimeter.
Spinning around, Rupert’s momentum almost caused them to collide. “I don’t like him.”
“Don’t sleep with him,” she said and opened her hands to exaggerate brushing them together. “There. Problem solved.”
“Harlow,” he said, pulling her back when she
