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back at him, but it sounded sexy
rolling off her lips. “Have you ever been married?”
    The dreaded question. Usually it took a few
dates before he had to confess and come clean. At least she asked a
simple yes or no question. He could avoid the whole truth for a
while. “Yes, I have, but I’m divorced now.”
    The answer seemed to please her. She smiled
and leaned toward the table. Would she be so pleased to find out he
had impulsively married four times before? None lasted longer than
a good oil change. And the ink had barely dried on the divorce
papers to his last wife. Her shit still cluttered his place.
    She continued her questions like a
to-do-list needing to be checked off.
    “ Do you have any
kids?”
    “ No, no kids.” Sadly he’d
never been blessed with children. Perhaps they’d been spared from
the drama in his life. Still, he’d love to have a couple running
around in the yard.
    “ Well then, Noah, I have a
proposition for you. How would you like to make yourself an easy
grand for two weeks’ work?”
    He slumped his shoulders and relaxed his
hands. She had been too easy, too pretty, too right. There had to
be a catch to her and here it was.
    Crazy.
    The dame was down right crazy. Did she want
him to rob a bank? Kill an ex-lover? Well, whatever she had
planned, he could live without it.
    On second thought, it would be nice to know
what he would have to do for the grand. If it wasn’t illegal, he
could make some much-needed upgrades to his GTO.
    “ What’s the
job?”
    * * * *
    Oh, he was perfect. His blue eyes had
twinkled when she rubbed her foot on his muscled leg. He must have
thought she was an easy score, but she had to know if his legs were
as toned as his arms. Of course, they were.
    His dimples were divine. For some odd
reason, she loved a dimpled face. Her heart had flipped when she
saw them. Two identical indentions on his cheeks. She wondered what
his other set of cheeks looked like. How they would feel in her
hands.
    Slow down before you run
him off. The advice might work in normal
circumstances, but she didn’t have time to slow down. She needed a
boyfriend who all but lived at her house and had advanced to the
meet-the-parents stage in a relationship.
    After a deep breath, she gathered her nerve.
“All you have to do is pretend you’re my boyfriend and attend my
high school reunion. Of course, we’ll have to become very
acquainted with each other, and we only have two weeks. Afterwards,
I’ll tell my family we broke up, and you’ll get your grand.”
    He stared at her in disbelief. “That’s all?
I don’t have to kill anyone or anything?”
    She laughed, then stifled her amusement when
she noticed his seriousness. “No. You don’t have to kill anyone,
physically. Emotionally, I hope my ex cries for days after he sees
me in the best shape of my life and with a man sexier than he could
ever hope to be.”
    Had she really confessed her attraction to
him out loud? Minutes ago she’d scoffed at the hornballs in the
room. Now drool threatened to drip from the corner of her
mouth.
    The coordinator’s voice boomed over the
microphone, “Switch.”
    Oh, no! Her time was up, and he hadn’t answered. Months
of searching for the perfect man and he was about to move out of
her life. Well, maybe just move to the next table, but what if he
found a better offer a few seats down? There were a lot of
attractive women here tonight.
    “ Move buddy, I’ve been
waiting to talk to number five all night.” A man wearing a wife
beater and ripped jeans nudged Noah over to the next
table.
    Noah inched over without answering her
question. A lump formed in her throat. The man of her dreams… or
lies, however you wanted to phrase it, left her waiting for his
reply.
    The next guy in line sat down. Dip bulged in
his lower lip, and he held an empty soda bottle to spit in. She
wrinkled up her nose and inched away from the table. His breath
overtook her when he opened his mouth and introduced