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    Ante Up gave him a piggy grin, waving his snout up and down.
    “Is that a pig?” Scott’s gorgeous friend asked, still in his arms.
    “Yeah.” He looked around, relieved to see that Tiffany had left. Since there didn’t seem to be a reason to kiss her any longer, except that he wanted to, he let her go. “Thanks for helping me out. I couldn’t get rid of her.”
    “The pig?”
    “Tiffany Woods. She’s the main headhunter at a firm I’m interviewing with.”
    “I thought she looked like a cannibal.”
    “Not that sort of headhunter, though I wouldn’t be surprised if I heard rumors of discarded bodies.”
    The woman snapped her fingers. “I know where I’ve seen you. You’re a friend of Scott’s. You were here for the spectacle.”
    “Spectacle?”
    “Or wedding.” She waved her hand back and forth. “To-may-to, to-mah-to.”
    He liked her. Grinning, he held out his hand. “Chance Nolan. You live next door.”
    She shrugged as she shook his hand. “It’s a burden I carry.”
    He held it in his, reluctant to let it go. “First tell me your name, then tell me why you climbed over the bushes.”
    She sighed. “Neither one is a pretty story.”
    “Name first.”
    “KT.”
    “The only time people go by their initials is when they have hideous names.”
    “Exactly.”
    “What’s yours?”
    “Like hell I’m giving you ammunition like that.” She crossed her arms and frowned at him.
    “I can guess.”
    Sighing again, she shook her head. “No, you really couldn’t.”
    “Katunia.” At her raised brow, he continued. “Keisha. Kayla. Kevin. Kevlar.”
    “You had to go to bullet-proof material?”
    He shrugged. “You seem tough.”
    She snorted.
    Ante Up snorted, too.
    KT reached down and scratched the pig behind his ears. Chance swore the porker’s eyes rolled back in pleasure. “I must be speaking his language,” she said.
    Or else it just confirmed that his pig was as smart as Chance believed. “Okay, you won’t tell me your name, so tell me why you were climbing into the Carrington-Wright yard.”
    “That’s because my name is lame, and I hopped the fence to get away from my mom. She keeps trying to set me up with men.”
    “You don’t like men?”
    “I don’t like the men she brings home for me. I like men fine.” She stared at his lips.
    He felt the power of that stare in places she wasn’t overtly checking out.
    KT cleared her throat. “Well, I should go. Good luck with Tiffany. Looks like you’ll need it.”
    “Wait.” He grabbed her hand before she got away. He didn’t need luck when he had KT. “Be my girlfriend.”
    “Excuse me?”
    He hadn’t planned it out but now it seemed like a brilliant idea. “Pretend to be my girlfriend, just until I get the job and Tiffany is no longer an issue. I want the job, but if she harbors romantic delusions, it’s going to be tricky.”
    She smirked. “It’s hard being hot, isn’t it, hot shot?”
    “I’m giving you a solution to both our problems and you’re mocking me?”
    “I’m impossible.” She shrugged. “And it’s only a temporary solution.”
    “I’ll sweeten the pot,” he said.
    “How?”
    “You’ll get to kiss me any time,” he said impulsively, hoping it was as tempting to her as it was to him.
    Her eyes zeroed in on his lips again. “And, what? Go on pretend dates?”
    “Yes. It’ll get your mom off your back.”
    “True. And will we pretend kiss?”
    “I’m not sure there’ll be any pretending there.” He lowered his lips to hers, because he couldn’t help it.
    “I feel like I’m signing away my soul,” she whispered against his mouth.
    “Don’t worry, I’ll keep it safe for you.” He slid his hand under her shirt again. “We should do something to mark the beginning of a beautiful relationship.”
    “Save it for when we have an audience, Bogart.” She patted his chest and stepped away.
    “Want my number?” he asked, willing her to say yes.
    Rolling her eyes, she got her