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on TV."
    He rubbed a hand over his face. Neither could he.
    "Anyway, I'll try your cell phone. Have a great time!"
    Lance hissed between his teeth. Sophie was probably already having a great time, indulging in more hanky-panky with the hulk.
    Shaking off the images the caller had conjured in his mind, he took a quick walk through the den, his gaze landing on the country sofa and furnishings. He'd been shocked the first time he'd visited; he'd assumed Sophie would have chrome and glass and white leather, but the furnishings were homey, comfortable. Of course, she had mentioned that most of the furniture had come with the house and that Maddie would help her with the decorating. Would she update the furniture with contemporary pieces or would she opt for antiques and a welcoming atmosphere?
    It didn't matter, he told himself. This was Sophie's house. She could do whatever she wanted. He just hoped she didn't ruin it with some ritzy-looking faux marble or cover the pine floors with cheesy shag carpet.
    He stepped into her bedroom and hesitated, feeling like a voyeur as he skimmed over the four-poster canopy bed with its satiny white comforter. The bed itself looked decadent, everything in the room in its place, except for the red teddy lying at the foot of the bed as if it were waiting on a lover.
    It was not only crotchless but see-through as hell. She might as well wear a piece of saran wrap.
    Worse, the scent of Sophie's perfume, some kind of light floral mixture that reminded him of roses, wafted toward him, stirring sensations that he had no business feeling for a woman he didn't want to want.
    His body hardened anyway. The traitor.
    Had Sophie forgotten the teddy? Had she meant to take it with her to Cancun? And if she had forgotten it, would she crawl into bed tonight totally naked?
    * * *
    Rory would definitely want to get naked this weekend, Sophie thought. She drummed her fingers on the dash as she drove to the airport, desperately trying to think of excuses.
    "Sorry, Rory, but it's the wrong time of the month."
    Lame. Besides, some guys didn't care. And he might even use it against her and remind her that the chances of her getting pregnant were nil.
    "I forgot protection."
    But what if he produced a box of a hundred condoms? And even if he hadn't brought a stash, Cancun, the love nest of Mexico, probably sold them by the case. For all she knew, the maids might leave packages on the pillows at night along with the chocolates.
    "I'm not allowed to sleep with you because of the show."
    Yeah, right. Like he'd believe that.
    "I had too much to drink and want the first time to be really special."
    She could hear his sultry reply—"Honey, I'll make sure it's special."
    "I'm allergic to sand."
    "I'll spread a towel down on the beach."
    Sophie's cell phone rang, cutting off her inner diatribe. She glanced at the number and grimaced. Her mother. Was Deseree in trouble again? Had she been arrested? Or did she need more money?
    Willing herself to remain calm, she clicked the button to answer. "Hello, Deseree."
    "Honey, I saw your show; it was wonderful!"
    Sophie merged into the exit lane in the late-evening traffic. "Thanks."
    "What have you done to your hair, though? I barely recognized you."
    That was the idea.
    Her mother tittered on before Sophie could respond. Thank heavens.
    "Chopping it off like that, dying it that stark black. I did so love your long golden locks." Deseree hesitated on a gust of expelled air, and Sophie pictured her tilting her Virginia Slims up and daintily taking a puff. Her mother was always worried about her image, always wanting to look sophisticated and demure. Odd, considering her chosen profession, or maybe that was the reason she paid such close attention.
    Sophie had never quite understood Deseree. And Deseree hadn't exactly been mother material.
    "I needed a change," Sophie explained, not wanting to hurt her mother's feelings by explaining that she was trying to disguise herself. The last