Bad Boys for Hire: Ryker (Bad Boys for Hire #1)

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Author: Rachelle Ayala
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roommate who was used to dealing with photographing high strung fashion models. Bet none of them wore ruffles on the runway.
    It was a breezy spring day and the sun was shining, spreading rays of brightness through the thick grove of redwoods shading the restaurant. The lunch hour was starting up, and a steady stream of cars entered the parking lot.
    Terri narrowed her eyes. Standing on the median strip was a large and healthy looking man. His posture was ramrod straight and from what she could see beneath his open jacket, he didn’t have an inch of fat. Large, broad shoulders, long legs, a pair of sunglasses and a baseball cap. Not a crutch in sight.
    He held a cardboard sign and a coffee can.
    Begging. Panhandling. Humph. He probably made more in an hour taking money from do-gooders than she did after taxes and expenses.
    “What you looking at?” Leanna leaned over Terri’s shoulder. “Oh my, my, let me give him a tip to carry my groceries.”
    “He’s not asking for work. He’s panhandling,” Terri corrected her friend, even though her skin heated at the thought of having that hunk handling her pan. “Hot or not, he’s what’s wrong with America. Everyone wants a handout.”
    “I’ll give him a handout any time.” Leanna made the sizzling sound of drool sucking. “Yum, yum, yum.”
    By now, all the girls were craning their necks, and pushing and shoving just like they had in preschool before a Bumblebee dance recital.
    Nikki even had her nose pressed against the glass. “We should hire him for the bachelor party.”
    “Where, where? I need to get a better look.” Jolie tried to push Terri aside.
    “You’re the bride, you can’t look,” Sherelle said, leaning over Jolie. “Oh, man, take off your jacket. Take it off, dude. It’s hot out there. The sun is bearing down on you. You’re sweating bullets. Take it off, come on now, yeah, oh, yeah.”
    “What are you, a panhandler whisperer?” Terri grumbled, although she wasn’t about to take her eyes off the man hunk, in case he really did remove his jacket.
    And remove it he did, as the row of cars passed by and the light turned. He bent down and placed his coffee can and sign on the median, showing them a fine pair of tight buns. After that, in a single motion, he unzipped his jacket and flung it off.
    Not a single female heartbeat could be heard in the diner, roadhouse, café, restaurant or whatever Cooper’s Hangout was designated, as every ovary owner silently catalogued the man before them.
    A tight black T-shirt was stretched to its limits over his rock hard chest. Biceps bulged beneath the short sleeves, and a pair of broad shoulders flared down to a solid waist devoid of flab.
    When the man bent again to pick up his sign and can, five pairs of high heels clip-clopped to the doorway, as Terri and her friends jostled each other, tripping over their feet, and scrambling with their purses and wallets.
    “I saw him first. I have first dibs,” Terri said. She used her larger frame to block her friends from the door, but Nikki slipped under her armpit, and was off like a flash of lightning across the parking lot.
    “He’s not your type,” Leanna said. She sashayed faster, bouncing every part of her anatomy as she ran out the door of the diner.
    “Oh yeah? If I have to wear pink ruffles, I definitely deserve a break. Besides, don’t you have a boyfriend?” Terri caught her friend’s arm to keep her from jiggling faster.
    A large semi truck lumbered slowly through the intersection, cutting off their view of the delectable man, and by the time Terri had pressed the pedestrian button on the signal pole and the light had changed, the man was walking toward the extension parking lot across the street.
    “He probably made enough beer money for the day,” Terri said. Just for kicks she yelled. “Get a job and pay taxes like the rest of us.”
    Her heart stopped when the man turned and stared at her. A sickening feeling slid down her spine as her

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