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jaw dropped open so hard she was sure she heard it hit the floor. Alec McKnight stood in the doorway looking gorgeous in an unzipped leather bomber jacket, a cardigan sweater the exact shade of his eyes, a white shirt, and snug jeans that hugged his legs.
    “Hi.” He smiled, his direct stare capturing her eyes and holding them prisoner.
    “Alec,” she managed at last. “What on earth are you doing here?”
    He lifted the black undergarment with two fingers hooked through the satin lacing. “I thought you might need this. You left it in my office,” he said in a voice that suggested she had left it there after an afternoon of wild sex.
    Blushing, Kelsie snatched the waist cincher away from him, unconsciously holding it against herself as if to judge for size. Alec’s mouth startedto water as he imagined what she’d look like wearing the provocative garment. She wasn’t very curvy but had a sleek, subtle figure, the kind a man’s hands could slide over with no difficulty, he thought as he surveyed the soft rose-colored blouse and snug-fitting navy blue skirt she wore.
    “How did you find me?” she asked, having to nearly shout as the volume of the party rose behind her.
    “I called your house. Your daughter told me where you were,” he shouted, his dark brows drawing together as he looked beyond Kelsie to the wild scene in the living room.
    There were unmentionables everywhere. Scraps of silk and satin and lace were draped over furniture and hanging from the chandelier. Six nearly nude women were doing the cha-cha around a tray of hors d’oeuvres. “What the hell is going on here?”
    Before Kelsie could begin to explain, a bloodcurdling scream split the air.
“He’s here!”
    Suddenly Alec was yanked into the room, into a sea of shrieking women. They danced aroundhim, bumping and grinding, exuberantly singing along with the Beatles on “Twist and Shout.”
    “Hey!” he yelled, trying to jump back from a blonde in yellow silk pajamas who started unbuttoning his shirt. He backed into a buxom redhead who was stealing his jacket but managed to duck away from a brunette who was eying his jeans.
    In the background, women were clapping and chanting, “Take if off, Studs! Take it off, Studs!”
    Kelsie pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes for a second, shaking her head. Just when she’d thought the day couldn’t get any worse, these women had to mistake Alec McKnight for Studs Malone, male stripper extraordinaire.
    “Ladies! Ladies!” she shouted, trying to wade through the gyrating bodies to rescue poor Alec. He didn’t stand a chance against a bevy of bachelorettes. Neither did anyone trying to save him. By the time Kelsie had fought her way to him, she’d lost the combs out of her hair, three buttons off her blouse, and part of a sleeve.
    Alec looked like he’d been rolled by a gang of thugs. His hair was disheveled and his shirttailhung out of his jeans. His shirt gaped open to reveal a sculpted chest lightly dusted with dark curls. Carla had thrown the red boa around his neck. The bride had him by the belt and was doing the twist. Kelsie tried to shoulder her aside.
    “He’s not Studs Malone!” she yelled, hooking a finger through a belt loop on Alec’s jeans to steady herself.
    “Who cares!” Paula exclaimed. “He’s a hunk!”
    It was then that the real Studs Malone walked in, dressed head to toe in skintight black leather for his Wild West act. He was none too pleased to see another man stealing the limelight. Ignoring the women tearing at his cowboy outfit, he stormed toward Alec. Kelsie had gotten pushed away, but when she saw the glower on Studs’s face, she redoubled her efforts to get to Alec.
    “Who the hell are you?” Studs demanded, hands resting on the butts of his white pearl-handled six-guns.
    “Alec McKnight,” Alec answered, torn between relief at seeing someone of his own gender and apprehension at the look on the guy’s face. “Brother, am I