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Club Blind. If only they could
guarantee she’d get the same experience or the same man. No, she couldn’t go
there. Her next step was back to blind dates and eventually, maybe to Club
Voyage. A bright warning sign lit her nerves. There was a good chance she’d
compare any future lovers to her time at Club Blind.
    Did
her mystery man have similar reasons for going to the club? He probably went
there all the time. Intuition told her he wasn’t a frequent visitor. Her
fingers traveled across her lips. Was she on his mind this morning? Maybe he
wanted more from her. No, she couldn’t go there. Those questions weren’t allowed.
They’d had simple, no strings attached sex. That’s it. That’s all it was.
Besides, expecting more than a man was able to give was what had broken her
heart in the first place.
    Disappointment
ticked away at her happy mood. She’d never be with him again. She’d never know
who he was. Jane had a habit of over-complicating relationships. Guys often knew
how to let go and at the moment, she envied them. In the last few months, she’d
lusted over an unavailable guy and now a nameless guy she’d never seen and
never would see. She needed to let them both go.
    Jane
decided to mix her fantasies together instead. It was important to have a
fantasy life. She knew the difference between fantasy and reality, but right
now she could use the escape. At least in her fantasy, everything could go her
way. The guy she’d met a couple of months ago, the fantasy, would be ready to
move on, and her mystery man from the club would want to see her again.
    Her
wandering fingers swept across her skin, taking her
back to the day she’d met Rob. She’d first seen him on the bus the morning of
the Tech convention. He’d tried to give his seat to an older woman, only the
woman had taken offense. For ten blocks, she had listed off all the reasons she
was strong enough to stand and finally suggested he keep his condescending
comments zipped. You could have heard a pin drop at the front of the bus, poor
guy. However, at the back where she was sitting, there were plenty of muffled
giggles.
    His
second attempt for a good deed had happened minutes later when she almost
missed her stop. He’d forced the bus door back open for her. She’d thanked him,
and together they walked into the convention center. Once inside, they’d gone in
opposite directions, and she’d kicked herself for not talking to him.
    She’d
set up her table the night before in the jobs fair section of the convention. She
remembered the weight of her exhaustion, but at least she hadn’t had to get up
before the sun the morning of the event. She’d still been reeling from her
breakup from Adam earlier that week. Her recruiting business needed exposure,
and technical conventions like that one were perfect. Plus, she needed a
distraction from her healing process that had been struggling to begin.
    The
morning had flown by. In between the lectures and demonstrations, the jobs fair
room had overflowed with people. She’d been glad she’d remembered her extra box
of business cards. Her inbox had a fairly steady influx of new resumes to
review ever since.
    Once
the lunch rush had cleared the floor, she’d placed her “be back in 15-minutes”
card in the center of her table and made her way to the elevators. She’d hoped
one of the food trucks was still out front.
    Many
of the vendors had the same idea. She barely made it onto the elevator. From
her smushed spot at the front of the car, she’d
spotted her hero from the morning commute in the back corner. Her position
changed when a mass exodus at the next floor was exchanged for a new group.
    Lost
in the shuffle of feet, she’d almost been pushed right into her hero. She’d had
to brace herself on the wall to her left.
    “Hi,”
she’d said to her morning savior. The crowd continued to push her closer to him
until she’d raised her right foot and pushed against the back of the elevator
car. It