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"Miranda."

At last she answered with a voice custom made for her. Deep, rich, sultry, and so sexy she could make a man come just by listening. Even the accent was different. Clipped, yet somehow soft and musical. He felt compelled to say her name. "Miranda."

A slight smile tipped up the corners of her mouth as though she was pleased he'd mastered her simple name. "Yes. I am Miranda."

"Miranda, (he loved the feel of her name on his tongue) would you care for a drink?" Did the bar have champagne? This was not a beer drinking woman and he wouldn't mind splurging on her. Not if it secured his place between her legs.

"I am thirsty."

He turned to order the finest bottle they had, all while keeping his gaze on her, but she held up a manicured hand and stopped him. He complied and she lowered her hand, taking his sight down with it.