A Taste Of Temptation
WHILE THE NEWSROOM BUZZED, clattered and even
swirled around her, Zoe Aberdeen sat at her desk with her head in her hands. Her chin was three inches above the oversize calendar blotter she used as backup to her BlackBerry and spiral-bound notebook. If she didn't pull herself together, she'd drool on December ninth, where she'd written Caballero y Salsa @ La Casa in red marker. With two exclamation points.
"Need some hair of the dog?" asked a sympathetic British voice from behind her.
Zoe didn't swivel. Even shaking her head was too daunting to attempt. Her pickled brain would slosh around in her skull like the jar of dills that had sat at the back of her fridge for two years, ever since she'd settled in San Diego.
"Mmmph." She sucked her lower lip. "Got champagne?"
"There's no sense checking the kitchen. We only have hazelnut creamer and Red Bull." The rasp of Ethan Ramsey rubbing his jaw magnified to sandpaper on wood in Zoe's ears. "I can try to get a mimosa from Zanzibar."
"Good luck," Zoe mumbled. The local bar and grill delivered, but not alcohol and not so early in the day.
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