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backpack in. "Okay, but I'm good for now."
    "I can't believe you still drive this pile of junk." She set the groceries inside and carefully shut the trunk so the bumper wouldn't fall off.
    "At least I have a car."
    She wasn't sure the rusted Chevy Vega qualified as a car. But if the DMV didn't have a problem with it, who was she to complain? She hugged her sister tightly. "I'm happy you came over, even if it was to raid my fridge. You're a pest, but you're my pest."
    Anna squeezed her back. "Your pest wouldn't mind it if you cooked gumbo sometime and invited her over for dinner."
    "I'll take that under consideration." Laughing, she let go and stepped back straight into a solid barricade. Fortunately, the wall of mass had arms that reached out and steadied her so she didn't land on her ass.
    Oh no , she moaned internally. She didn't have to look to know what blocked her way. Or rather, who.
    Unable to help herself, she turned and looked anyway. Right into the blue eyes of Greg Cavanaugh, upstairs neighbor and bane of her existence.

 
Chapter Three
     
     
    Okay, that was an exaggeration. He wasn't really the bane of her existence. He was just a minor blight in her world.
    Freya looked up at him and something twisted in her gut, the way it always did when she had the misfortune to run into him. And just like all those other times, it was followed by an urge to run her hands through his dark, wavy hair. She remembered the one time she had that luxury—it'd felt so soft—and curled her fingers to resist the temptation.
    But she didn't want a man she didn't trust—not even for a fling. Even if he was free, which he obviously wasn't since the China doll in heels was always coming and going from his place.
    Then there was the fact that he was a lawyer. The most sought after divorce attorney in the state. He made a career of ruining people's lives.
    And he had to be good at it, based on his clothing. The gray suit he had on was custom, and his tie probably cost as much as her favorite John Fluevog boots. Plus he drove a sexy older sports car that was in perfect show condition. And he owned the coveted upper flat.
    He was raking it in by splitting up families, and that was enough to put him on her public enemy list.
    She glared at him. "You can let me go now."
    Cavanaugh didn't listen. Holding her upper arms, he checked her out before and smiling into her eyes. "Isn't it a little cold to be going out like this, Freya?"
    She wouldn't notice how his slightly crooked nose added to the overall perfection of his chiseled face. She wouldn't wonder what it'd feel like to kiss the Cary Grant cleft in his chin. She wouldn't let his husky voice tease her into thinking about hot kitchen floor sex.
    And she definitely wouldn't wonder what his strong hands would feel like touching her all over.
    "Hey there," Anna said cheerfully from behind her. "You're the ogre who lives in the turret."
    Cavanaugh looked beyond her and smiled curiously at her sister. "My reputation precedes me."
    Anna came to stand next to them, staring pointedly at his hands, which still held her arms. "I'm thinking that maybe the rumors weren't quite as accurate as I was led to believe."
    Scowling, Freya peeled his hands off her one by one. "I thought you had a date."
    "I do, but this is much more fascinating." She held her hand out. "We haven't officially met, though I've seen you when I've come to raid Freya's fridge. Anna Godwin, the incorrigible sister."
    He grinned and shook her hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Anna. Greg Cavanaugh, but you can call me Shrek."
    Laughing, she knocked Freya's arm. "He's funny. Are you sure you don't want to go out with him? It'd be so much easier than going through with an ad."
    He gave her a questioning look. "An ad?"
    "Freya's looking for the perfect god to show her the stars." She reached out, yanked the notepad out of the robe pocket, and handed it to him.
    Scowling at her sister, she turned to Cavanaugh and held her hand out. "That's