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itself out.”
    Evie shrugged, “I just worry. Two days ago I was engaged to Trevor and now I’m here with you. What will people think of me?”
    “You’re a bad girl, remember? You don’t care what people think about you,” he said mildly. A grin split his face as he added, “And if you’re getting cold feet, just think about how much it will piss your mother off when she finds out you were having lunch with me.”
    Sputtering the sweet tea she’d just sipped, Evie’s eyes watered from coughing. “Oh, that does not help at all. She hates you!”
    “Bad girl,” he reminded her. “Dating men your mother hates is a requirement.”
    They continued their lunch in the same vein, talking about nothing. Jackson teased her unmercifully and she found herself enjoying his company much as she had before permanently altering the nature of their relationship. It was a dangerous thing. Liking him too much would only lead to heartache. After they finished their meals, Jackson returned her to her office at the museum.
    “I’ll pick you up tonight at seven. I’ll call you at six thirty with instructions,” he said with a wink.
    “Instructions for what?” He didn’t answer, just smiled wolfishly and then drove away. Evie gritted her teeth and went inside the building. She hated surprises like that.
    “O-M-G! Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were doing Jackson Cope?”
    Evie grimaced at the sound of her best friend’s voice. Cass Blakely was loud and obnoxious, and other than Evie’s weight and Jackson Cope, the only thing she and her mother had ever fought about. Margaret had considered Cass to be white trash and crass. Cass considered herself to be the same things, only she took pride in it. “Because I wasn’t doing him, as you so eloquently put it, the last time I saw you.”
    Cass settled herself onto the small couch in Evie’s office, propping her stiletto clad feet on the small coffee table. “He’s hung like a bull, isn’t he? I’ve always been dying to know.”
    Evie frowned, “You mean you and he have never...?”
    Cass laughed, “Not for lack of trying on my part. Hell, I can’t count the number of times I’ve thrown myself at him. He’s always turned me down gently and sweetly as possible...so damn nice I leave the bar wondering who rejected who. Guess I know why now... Seems our resident stud has a thing for curvy brunettes.”
    Evie shrugged, “I wouldn’t say that. I sort of threw myself at him.”
    Cass rolled her eyes and tossed her flaming red hair over her shoulder, “Find me a woman in town who hasn’t thrown herself at Jackson Cope! Trust me, girlfriend, that man can afford to be picky... If you’re lucky enough to find yourself in his bed, it’s because he wants you there. Now, dish! I want all the details.”
    Evie blushed furiously, “I am not discussing the details of my sex life with you!”
    Cass laughed, “It must be really good then! Just tell me his cock is huge!”
    Evie didn’t have to answer. Her expressions had always made her an open book. Cass’s squeal of delight was deafening in the small room. “For the love of God! I’ll tell you whatever you want to know! Just don’t make that noise again!”
    For the next hour, Evie was interrogated about even the most minute detail of her sex life. Rehashing every delicious, scintillating moment of her encounters with Jackson did more than embarrass her. By the time, Cass left the office and headed for home, Evie was wet and aching, thinking of just how wonderful it had felt to have Jackson’s cock sliding into her. Glancing at the clock on her desk, she noted that it was nearly four. If she left the office, she’d have time to run to the mall and pick up a few things.
    Exiting the museum, she stepped out into the small parking lot and approached her car. Her steps faltered as she neared it and saw Trevor getting out of his well polished Volvo. He looked tidy and perfectly pressed in his khakis and polo shirt. His