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ass. More like lettuce and dressing— “is that I should call him.”
    “Now.” Karen jabbed her fork in Mandy’s direction. “Call him now. And then call me tomorrow and tell me all about it.”

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    Mandy sat at her kitchen table, phone in one hand and the paper with Blake’s number on it in the other. She’d been sitting there for ten minutes, unable to dial. It was ridiculous. She’d asked men out before, often without as much encouragement as Blake had given her. How stupid was it that she couldn’t even dial?
    Thoroughly irritated, she put the paper on the table top and punched the numbers in on the keypad. Butterflies zoomed through her stomach as if they were on speed. One ring. Two. Thr—
    “Hello?”
    Oh, fuck! “Uh, hi, um.” She sounded like a nervous teenager. “Uh, this is Mandy Coyle. From the—”
    “I remember you, Mandy.” Was it her imagination, or had his voice just dropped an octave? Hearing it on the phone, disembodied the way it was through the radio or on CD, it was so much sexier than real life. Considering how sexy real life was…
    Emboldened by his smooth, husky tone, she forged ahead. “You said to call when I was sober.”
    “I did. Are you sober?”
    “As a judge. As I recall, that makes you all mine.”
    He laughed and if she hadn’t already been sitting, her knees would have given way. “I said that, didn’t I? Well, it’s one promise I’m happy to follow through on. Your place or mine?”
    “Mine.” She was determined to maintain some control.
    “Give me the address. Oh, and Mandy? Make sure you cancel any plans you have for the rest of the weekend.”
    God! What the hell was she supposed to say to that? ‘Okay’ would just be wimpy, and ‘sure thing’ a bit eager. Instead, she gave him the address and hung up, proud that she’d managed to control her voice.
    Thankfully, her legs were shaved, her hair looked good—not that that really mattered, but she wanted to make a good impression after last night’s drunken come-on. She’d stopped at the drugstore on the way home for condoms, so that was sorted.
    When the doorbell finally rang, adrenaline flooded her body. Sucking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes and pictured him, with his not-quite-curly blond hair and his amazing eyes, the hard-muscled body. Then she went to open the door.
    Wow. She clung to the door handle. There were no words to describe him, in battered old jeans and a faded blue T-shirt with the sleeves torn out. Other men might look sloppy. Blake looked sexy enough to take a bite out of.
    His smirk dragged her back to her senses. “Hi.” She stepped back from the doorway. “Come on in.”
    He—walked was the wrong word. He entered her house, his sexy presence filling the front hall and spilling sizzling tingles along her spine. She concentrated really hard on not jumping him, and closed the door.
    “Can I get you a drink or something?” Great, she was offering refreshments like a maiden aunt while standing in the front hall. He chuckled, a soft ‘heh-heh-heh’, his gaze locked on her face, and saliva pooled in her mouth. Screw it . She threw herself at him, the collision of her body into his forcible. Grasping his shoulders for leverage as he stumbled back into the wall, she wrapped her legs around him and planted her lips on his.
    It took only seconds for him to respond, turning them so she was the one pressed against the wall. He tore his lips from hers and planted hot, open-mouthed kisses along her jawline until finally he took her earlobe between his teeth and nipped gently. Mandy’s stomach cramped. She’d never known her ear was an erogenous zone, but lightning shot through her. Blake undulated against her, his hard cock pressing against her pussy, then drawing away before returning to torment her with fleeting pressure. Mandy let go of his shoulders and grabbed his hips, nearly overbalancing them in her attempt to grind against him.
    Blake tore his mouth from her