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Ridge
stated. “She’s the bride.”
    Claire’s dimples flashed. “You look like Demi
Moore’s ex.”
    Ridge squinted. “Bruce Willis?”
    “No, silly. The young one. Don’t
you— hic —twit?”
    “What? Oh, you mean tweet.”
    “Uh-huh. Twit.” She lifted a finger, and his
grip on her slackened. “Soshul networking. Ash- hic has an account.” She
nodded sagely. “You should sign up. You’d get a ton more
calls.”
    Ridge grunted. “If you hadn’t destroyed my
ad, I’d get calls the conventional way.”
    Her eyebrows wiggled. “You pack quite a
package, Ridge.” Her gaze traveled to his pajama pants, which he
wore commando.
    His jaw firmed. May lightning strike me dead. Now. I’ll
donate my body to science .
    Two weeks ago, when Claire had hired him over
the phone, her voice had sounded professional. Sensible. They’d
discussed his rates and arrival time at Alicia Maxwell’s apartment,
the duration and heat level of his performance. He had no problem
flirting and stripping to a leather G-string, but drew the line at
mimicking sex with the guest of honor.
    In tonight’s case, Tanya, Claire’s
friend.
    He released her shoulders.
    Her hands whipped under his T-shirt. Jesus! Her
palms skated over his pecs and abs. His pajama pants ran the risk
of tenting in an energetic salute.
    “Make love with me,” she murmured.
    “Stop.” Grabbing her wrists, Ridge flipped
her hands back out. “ Claire . I don’t know what you think I’m
advertising—” other than the party dances “—but I will not sleep
with you.”
    “Aw.” She pouted. “Not even if I tip
you?”
    “Especially not then.”
    She blinked. “What’s wrong with me?”
    “I don’t pick up drunk women.” Actually,
between the med school grind and grabbing whatever work fit his
busy schedule, he hadn’t gotten laid in longer than he cared to
consider.
    “I’m not drunk,” Claire enunciated very
clearly. Her bleary eyes signified otherwise.
    “It doesn’t matter.” Ridge released her
wrists.
    “You won’t take me home?” She wobbled on her
sandals. “No one ever takes me home. No one says I’m beautiful.
Everybody thinks I’m fat. No one loves me. Everyone loves Tanya.
Everyone loves Lacey. Some people even love Alicia. But I’m
unlovable!”
    “You’re not unlovable. And you’re definitely
not fat.” Why did women think all men wanted to date human pogo
sticks?
    “If I were five-seven and had great boobs,
then would you have sex with me?”
    Ridge trained his gaze on her face. “You do
have great boobs.” From what he’d noticed moments ago.
    “You’re not looking at them. You’re not
feeling them.” Flinging her arms in the air, she launched herself
at him. “Catch!”
    Instinctively, Ridge’s hands shot up. Her
rack landed in his palms. Oops .
    “There.” Her loopy smile returned. “Now tell
me they aren’t great.”
    “I never said they weren’t great.” Damn, they
felt amazing. Spilling over his fingers. Firm yet soft.
Perfection.
    Don’t look down .
    He looked down.
    His thumb edged the center bow, his fingers
pressing the paper strips lining her bare skin above the modest
neckline.
    Look back up, Pederson. Don’t you dare squeeze these
babies. Not even once .
    She slumped against him. Ridge stumbled back
a step as her temple knocked his chin and her head sagged onto his
shoulder. Her arms flopped, trapping his hands against his
chest.
    “Claire?” He glanced at her face.
    Her mouth had slackened with sleep, her eyes
sealed shut.
    Damn it .
    She’d passed out with her hot knockers
filling his hands.
    What the hell did he do now?
     
     
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SNEAK PEEK AT HEAD OVER HEELS

CHAPTER 1
     
    “What?” Justin Kane shot up from his desk, gripping
the cordless phone so tight that his knuckles threatened to pop out
of their skin. “Tina, you can’t do this to me.”
    “Oh no? Well, I’m doing it, lover.” Justin’s
apparently soon-to-be