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was she didn’t know how to flirt.
    She followed the maître d' through the restaurant. He stood near a table in the corner waiting for her. As she passed a booth, she could hear a little girl’s giggle, which made her smile. Then she froze as she heard the person with the little girl.
    “It’s the truth. My brother was scrappy," Torch said with a smile.
    “Really? Trig says I’m scrappy too," Angel said. She turned and smiled. “Hi, Isis! I’m on a date.”
    Isis smiled as she walked closer to their table. “I see that." Her heart fluttered as she looked into Torch’s eyes. It was so sweet of him to take his niece out to spend time with her.
    “Hi," she said to Torch.
    “Hi. You look beautiful." He looked her up and down, which made goose bumps break out all over her.
    “Thanks.”
    “Uncle Torch was telling me about my father. He said he kept getting into trouble for fighting too,” Angel told her.
    “Are you fighting?” Isis asked her, raising her eyebrow.
    “Only a little. You see there’s this boy…”
    Isis laughed. “There usually is a boy.”
    Angel blushed. “Anyway, he keeps telling everyone that girls can’t fight.”
    “He does realize there are female fighters in the GCFA?” Isis asked, wrapped up in Angel’s story now.
    “Oh, he says that those fights are triggered,” Angel said with a frown.
    “Triggered?” Isis looks at Torch for clarification.
    “Rigged,” he said with a smile.
    “Oh, well that is certainly not true. I have the bruises to prove it. Does he think your mother is faking all that fighting?”
    “No, but he says my mom might have some droid in her that makes her stronger than all the other females.”
    “Tell her what you did to prove that he was wrong.” Torch tried to help the story along.
    “I...punched him.”
    “You did?” Isis bit her lip not to laugh.
    “Only a little bit. Now I’m in trouble with my mother and Trig.” Angel looked down at her hands.
    Isis knelt down so she could lift Angel’s chin up, careful to not let her cool fingers linger. “I would have punched him too.”
    “Really?” Angel asked trustingly.
    “Oh yeah. Just ask your Uncle Torch. He didn’t believe I had fighting skills either.”
    Angel looked at her uncle. “Did you punch him too?”
    “No, but I did prove that even though I may be smaller, it doesn’t mean I can’t be strong,” Isis told her with a smile as she stood back up.
    “Do you want to join us?" Torch offered. Seeing her with his niece made him feel strange, warm, and desperate to have her talk to him more.
    “No, I can’t.” Isis shook her head.
    “Are you on a date too?" Angel asked, looking behind Isis.
    Isis turned and smiled. Nigel was standing quietly behind her. She turned back toward Angel. “Something like that. I hope you two have a good time tonight." She waved and walked away with Nigel putting his arm around her back gently.
    Torch glared at the other male touching Isis. He better fucking move that arm before he tore it off his body. What was Isis doing with that asshole?
    Sure Torch knew who the guy was, Nigel was a suit for the GCFA. He was a pompous ass. Okay, he supposed the male was not bad to look at, and he had the height and build of a fighter. But he was a pencil pusher and those types were not to be trusted. He didn’t like him with Isis at all.
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    Isis took a sip of her ice water. She could feel eyes staring at her from behind and knew if she turned, she would see Torch watching her. She shivered from the goose bumps that formed all over her body.
    “I hope I didn’t interrupt your conversation," Nigel spoke with an elegant deep male voice. There was a slight accent to it but she couldn’t but her finger on what it was.
    “No. I just stopped at their table to say hi. It’s very sweet of him to take his niece out like this." She took her napkin and folded it in her lap.
    “Do you know Torch very well?” Nigel asked, looking over at the glaring male.
    “Just from