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earshot, Claire turned an expectant gaze on Andrea. “So? Tell me. What made you decide to go out and get drunk last night? I mean, you at least should have waited until this morning when an inebriated state would have come in handy.”
    Andrea laughed, then regretted it when her head started to pound again. If she sat still and kept her eyes closed, she didn’t feel too bad. “I don’t know what happened. Brian took me out for dinner last night. He says I’ve been working too hard again and needed to take a break.”
    Claire patted Andrea’s knee. “I agree with him. Again. Big shocker there. Go on.”
    â€œWe split a bottle of wine, then for some reason I agreed to share another. I must have been out of my mind. We were both pretty giddy when we took a cab back to my place. The next thing I knew, we were in my bedroom and I was asking him to unzip my dress.” She snapped her mouth shut, though she’d already said enough. The look in Claire’s eyes told her as much.
    â€œHold on a second. Did you do what I think you did?”
    Did I seduce my best friend then kick him out in the morning? Of course I did. Because drinking that much hadn’t been stupid enough all on its own. “That depends. What do you think I did?”
    â€œAndrea, please. I’ve seen the guy. He’s freakin’ hot. Tall, dark, and sexy to the max. And a sweetheart to boot. If I were you, I would have jumped him a long time ago. Hell, I would have done it without the alcohol.”
    A long time ago, Andrea hadn’t even known she was interested. She’d been too busy trying to get ahead at work to notice much of anything. Fate had apparently decided it was time to shake up her boring life a little. Now, whenever she thought of Brian, she didn’t think of him as a friend. She thought of him as a lover.
    She wanted to tell Claire nothing had happened, but at the same time, knew she had to tell somebody. This wasn’t a secret she could keep all to herself, and Claire would figure it out, anyway. She’d always been intuitive. “Don’t say anything to Lena. She’ll think I’m trying to overshadow her on her big day. I sort of slept with Brian.”
    Claire let out a squeal that had the few dress shop employees, as well as an irate-looking Lena, glancing their way. “Was he good? Please tell me he was good. No, wait. Don’t. Tell me he was great. Amazing, even. It would ruin all my fantasies if you said he sucked. Because a guy who looks like that, well, there’s no way in hell he could ever suck, right?”
    Andrea had to laugh. Leave it to Claire to get straight to the point. “Yes, he was good. Now that’s all I’m going to say about it.”
    She stood, then walked toward the chair where the dresses lay, intent on finding some sort of distraction. She started rifling through them, trying to pick out one or two of the least offensive ones.
    Claire grabbed her arm. “No way are you going to leave it at that. I need more details, Andrea. Lots more. After we’re done dealing with the bride from hell for the day, you and I are going out for coffee. You owe me a decent story. I always tell you about my dates.”
    And there had been lots of them. Lots. Claire, the free spirit of the family, had a different boyfriend every week. Most of the time, the stories fell into the realm of too much information. Once in a while, they were a little disturbing. Claire was a whole lot more adventurous than Andrea could ever dream to be.
    â€œI can’t. I have to be someplace.”
    Claire waggled her eyebrows. “I don’t think so. No chickening out, little sister. I want to hear all about it. I want to know if he lives up to my dreams about him.”
    Andrea narrowed her eyes. A sliver of jealousy wedged itself in her gut. She didn’t like the fact that her sister was having dreams about Brian, but she didn’t have