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coffee.
    “Good. And yourself?” Not that he was stalling—he was being polite.
    “You were on every station. Schoolteacher’s not much to look at, but the media loved her.”
    He valued her advice because she was the best agent in the industry, but she got to voice her opinion because she was his aunt.
    “Maybe we could send her for a makeover at a day spa or something? Call it a Teacher of the Year bonus. I’ll see what I can manage—”
    “I don’t think that’ll be necessary.” He sipped his coffee. Apart from Ms. Ames’s scowl and the fact that she hated him, there was nothing wrong with her. True, he couldn’t recall much about her body, but she had a very sexy mouth.
    “Clint, the girl-next-door look is one thing, but that hair. Was it me, or was she a dead-ringer for Chewbacca?” Bunny never minced words—she chewed them up and spat them out.
    “That’s harsh. She might not be…well…um”—his eyes squinted as his mind tried to pull up Ames’s image, but all he got was that naughty mouth—“conventionally beautiful, but she’s not bad.”
    Extreme nerves had turned him into an unobservant ass. That was inexcusable because he prided himself on being observant. The ass part was a convenient role that kept him from stuttering.
    Better to get the unpleasantness over with and quit stalling. Plus, she needed all the advance warning he could give her to head off the media. No doubt, Ms. Ames had found the closest reporter and was trash talking him right now. If she were smart, she'd sell the story for some serious cash.
    “She fired me.” Failure was one thing; admitting it was another.
    Frigid silence blasted from Bunny’s office phone in Dallas all the way to Clint’s ear in Austin.
    “You’re killing me. Shoot me now and save me the pain.” Some deep, cleansing breaths led to a couple more beats of silence. He could all but see her yoga-centering herself. What had she called it last week? Melding her physical-ness with her inner-ness? “I’m sure we can fix it. What happened?”
    “I fell asleep in class.” When he said it out loud, it sounded pretty damn bad.
    It wasn’t entirely his fault. He’d been up all night rehearsing his speech and pacing, and there might have been some vomiting. A room full of unknown faces all staring at him and waiting for something brilliant to pop out of his mouth was enough to push him over the edge.
    Clint heard the drumming of her fingernails against her desk. “Please tell me the reporters were gone.”
    “It was after the press conference—”
    “You know I love you, but this isn’t good. Not only is Summer Ames Teacher of the Year, but she volunteers at a teen shelter, answers phones at the local runaway hotline, and organizes food drives for the Salvation Army.”
    “How do you know all of this?” Clint took another long pull on the coffee.
    Jesus, if all that was true, Mother Teresa looked like a slacker.
    “Think it was a coincidence you ended up with her? I hedged your bets and had her investigated. It cost me every favor I had to swap you for the Prius.” Bunny sighed long and hard, her disapproval seeping through the phone. “Play nice. She’s your ticket to World Wide. Don’t screw it up.”
    Millions of dollars hung in the balance, but having Ms. Ames investigated felt slimy…even for Clint.
    “Don’t worry about falling asleep. I’ll call Charlie Sheen’s ex-publicist and find the best way to spin it. A delayed reaction to cold medicine or something.” She typed on her computer. “I’ll email you Ms. Ames’s dossier—”
    “Dossier? Who are you…the CIA? I don’t want her dossier. That’s just…wrong.” Clint knew how it felt to have his privacy invaded. Even he had scruples. Sort of.
    “Says right here she’s single. Got jilted.” Bunny shuffled some papers. “Whoa, her ex is hot. Yummy. What was he doing with someone like her?”
    “I’m hanging up now. Bye.” Clint ended the call. After starting the