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music?”
    Warmth crept up her neck to flood her cheeks.  “No.”
    “Sure sounds like it to me,” he said with a grin.
    She rolled onto her side and jabbed at the power button on the CD player, then turned back to Trey.  “Did you need something?”
    His grin widened.  “Yeah, I need to know what that was I just walked in on.”
    Her cheeks grew even hotter .  “I was...uh...”
    “Stripping?” he teased.
    “No!”
    He didn’t have to say a word.  The combined grin and raised brow said it all.  He didn’t believe her.
    “For your information, I wasn’t stripping,” she explained.  “I was practicing my seduction techniques.”
    “Hmm, let me see .  Sexy music...  Beautiful woman...  Roomy bed...  Works for me.”  He ducked just in time to avoid the throw pillow she sent hurtling toward his head.  Then, with a chuckle, crossed the room to stand next to the bed, dangling her key ring above her.  “Sorry, couldn’t resist.  By the way, you left these hanging in the front door lock again .”
    “I did?”
    “Yes, you did.”  He clicked his tongue.  “Bad habit you’ve gotten into, Angel.”
    Angel.   She’d always liked that he was the only person to call her by that nickname.  She smiled up at him.  “At least, I always know where they are.”
    “So does every Tom, Dick and Harry who pass by your apartment.” 
    This time she was the one doing the tsk-ing.  “Always the worry wart, aren’t you?”  Angie held out an upturned hand for her keys.
    “Someone has to worry about you,” he replied as he dropped them into her cupped palm.  “You certainly don’t.”
    She could always count on Trey to be the responsible one.  And it was a good thing because she wasn’t very good at thinking things through.  No doubt the result of having been raised by a grandmother who’d had no desire to raise another child. 
    If it h adn’t been for Trey’s parents and the sense of direction they had so generously given her during her teen years, she had no idea where she would be right now.
    Trey waved a hand in front of her face.  “Hello.  Earth to Angel.”
    Drawn back from her thoughts, Angie blinked then looked up at him, meeting his gaze.  “I promise to try not to leave my keys in the door anymore.”
    “Good.”  Loosening his tie, he sat down next to her.  “So, what gives?”
    Angie flopped back onto the mattress with a sigh.  “It’s me.”
    “What about you?”
    “I’m twenty-six and a total flop as a woman.”
    “So you’re thinking about becoming a man?” 
    She reached out to smack his arm, smiling as she did so.  “Trey, be serious.”  
    “Let me guess ,” he said, easing back onto the mattress until he was lying next to her, one arm tucked behind his head.  “This has something to do with that phone call I got from you this afternoon.”
    “Sorry about that.  I didn’t realize you were busy.  I just needed someone to vent to.”
    He chuckled, glancing her way.  “Well, you got your wish and then some.”
    She wasn’t sure she liked the sound of that.  “What do you mean?”
    “It means that I still can’t work that damn phone system we just put in and our entire conversation was on speaker phone.”
    Once again, heat surged up her neck to pulse in her already warm cheeks.  “Everything?”
    He nodded, grin still intact.  “Everything.”
    She groaned.  “Oh, shoot me now.”
    “Imagine how I felt.  The pre-meeting gathering immediately turned into a question session.  The top question being ‘Why aren’t you taking care of business and giving her what she wants?’” 
    Her eyes widened.  “You?” 
    “I tried to explain to them that I’m not your boyfriend.”
    She laughed .  “Hardly.”  Best ‘male’ friend – absolutely. They didn’t come any better than Trey. 
    “I’ll admit it’s a crazy thought, but you can bet you wouldn’t have to ask me twice to go to bed with you if I were your boyfriend.