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an eyebrow, throwing a sexy look her way. “When am I ever not good?”
    Which was exactly what had Amy on edge. But she was a big girl.
    She could handle herself, as well as John Roper.
    Sophie frowned, but after a lingering glance at Amy, took off to find her husband, leaving them alone.
    Roper stepped closer. And Amy knew she was in deep trouble.

CHAPTER TWO
    WHEN YANK INSISTED ROPER show up at this gig, he’d agreed under duress. Now Roper realized fate wanted him here so it could present him with the one thing he needed—a distraction from his career problems, his sister’s wedding and his brother’s constant whining about a loan. Amy Stone provided that distraction. Apparently life had given him a second chance, and he decided to take this as the first positive sign in ages. Maybe things were looking up after all.
    He vividly recalled the instant attraction he’d felt for Amy the first time he’d laid eyes on her. And the stirring in his body told him that much hadn’t changed. He’d gone to the wedding out of obligation, still in a funk over the blown World Series. But one look at the pretty brunette and all thoughts of his problems had fled. She’d been a breath of fresh air in his down-and-out life. He’d actually forgotten all about his date, mostly because she was simply arm candy and hadn’t meant anything to him at all. Not that that was an excuse. Although Roper liked women, all women—blond, brunette or redhead, natural or from a bottle—when he looked at Amy, the punch in the gut had been harder and more defined.
    He hadn’t lost sight of the fact that he’d made an ass of himself the last time they were together and he owed her an apology for what had transpired. Now, with everyone gone, he and Amy were alone in their own corner of the party and she met his gaze head-on, not blinking or backing down.
    He admired the fact that he couldn’t rattle her and refused to rush his perusal. She had tanned skin only someone from a southern state could manage, a fresh, unjaded look in her eyes, and curly hair that didn’t appear overly set with sprays or products. He could definitely get into tangling his hands in the soft brown curls.
    But most of all he wanted to be with a woman who in all likelihood didn’t keep up with New York sports news and Roper’s humiliations.
    One who wouldn’t pity him, judge him or want something from him in any way. Of course, he was getting ahead of himself. Chances were good she hadn’t forgiven him for the scene at the wedding, and he couldn’t blame her.
    “So how have you been?” he asked once they were alone, or as alone as they could be in a room full of people.
    “Just fine, and you?” She folded her arms across her chest, causing her cleavage to swell above the glittery gold tank she wore beneath a white silk blouse.

    He knew Amy’s movement was unintentional, and he had to admit her lack of pretense was one of the things he found most appealing about her. “I’ve been better,” he admitted, opting for honesty.
    But he didn’t want to get into his recent problems. He cleared his throat and asked, “Been in town long?” Not his best line, but he wanted to change the subject.
    She shook her head. “Not very.”
    She wasn’t making this easy. For the first time, he was uptight around a woman and unsure of how to reach her. “So, um, when do you leave?” he asked.
    She raised an eyebrow. “Anxious to get rid of me already?”
    He shook his head, exhaling hard. “I’m blowing this big-time. Let’s backtrack, okay? It’s good to see you again.”
    “Same here.” She immediately pursed her lips.
    He’d bet she wished she could take that comment back, but he liked her refreshing honesty.
    She turned, obviously scanning the crowd.
    He followed her gaze but couldn’t pinpoint anyone or anything that would have distracted her. “Looking for someone?”
    “As a matter of fact, I am,” she said as she pivoted back to face him. “I was trying