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talk to Dante.” Torrian brought her in for another hug and kissed the top of the purple silk scarf covering her head. “Get some sleep,” he said. “You’ve got a tough week ahead of you.”
    “You, too,” Deirdre said. “And Torrian,” she called, halting at the open door. “I heard about the book review. Don’t pay any attention to Paige Turner.” Damn! He’d forgotten about the blog.
    Torrian slammed the door shut behind Deirdre and raced to his computer.
    The italic message stating he could edit his post was gone, and his stupid, knee-jerk response had just been posted for electronic posterity.
    “Damn,” Torrian whispered.
    He lowered himself into the desk chair and rested his head against the soft leather. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”
    His cell phone rang.
    “Why would you post a comment on Paige Turner’s blog?” Theo asked before Torrian could speak. “Especially one asking the woman if she even knows how to read?”
    Torrian ran a hand down his face. “I didn’t say that, did I?”
    “Basically, yeah,” Theo answered.
    “I was supposed to erase it, but I got distracted,” Torrian explained. “What are you doing reading her blog anyway?”
    “Same reason you were reading it. I wanted to see what people were saying.”
    “I don’t know what I was thinking,” Torrian murmured, reading over his comment and wincing even more at the offensive words he’d used. He would never talk to a woman this way in person. What made him think it was okay to say it over the Internet? “I feel like a jackass,” Torrian admitted.
    “Yeah, well, that comment you posted there makes you look like one, too.”
    Torrian sat up in the chair. “It’s not really permanent, is it?” His eyes roamed the Web page. “There’s got to be some nerdy tech guy who can go in and erase it.”
    “I don’t know,” Theo said. “Maybe you can contact Big Apple Weekly. Or just e-mail Paige Turner.”
    “Yeah, she would just jump at the chance to erase my comment so I don’t look like some bitter jerk who can’t take a little criticism,” Torrian snorted.
    “She’s a professional. She isn’t going to hold a grudge.”
    Torrian wasn’t so sure. If the shoe was on the other foot, and she had posted some ugly comment about him, he would have told her to step off. But then again, he could be a jerk. Maybe Paige Turner would be more forgiving.
    He clicked the E-mail Paige button and a blank e-mail popped up with [email protected] already in the recipient window.
    Torrian let out a deep breath. “Look, man, I’ll talk to you later.” He disconnected from Theo and stared at the computer screen, cursing Dante for storming into the house before he had a chance to erase that stupid comment. Cursing himself for writing it in the first place.
    Tail firmly between his legs, Torrian started his e-mail to Paige Turner.
     
     
    Paige propped an elbow on the edge of Angela’s desk and flipped through the bride magazine spread out before her. At least a half dozen just like it were stacked atop the Web content manager’s desk.
    As she flipped through the magazine, the serene smiles of the models in their wedding gowns reminded Paige of what had been missing from her life for far too long. She’d immersed herself in work after things had ended with Michael Weston, her last real boyfriend. But that had been two years ago! It felt like an eternity. She missed having someone to hold her at night.
    An image of compelling hazel eyes and a delicious grin flashed through her brain. After the way she’d trashed the man’s book, Paige doubted she’d ever be on the receiving end of a sexy grin from him again.
    “What about this one?” Paige pointed to a slim, fish-tailed designer gown with a plunging neckline and beaded trim.
    Angela glanced at the magazine. “I don’t have big enough breasts to hold up that gown.”
    “Hmm, you’re right,” Paige agreed, and flipped the page.
    Angela sent her a mean look. “Bryce