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you like your pies, cakes, cookies and cupcakes with char. I’ve never baked a dessert I haven’t burned.”
    â€œYou can’t be that bad.”
    â€œWant to bet?” Her hips swayed seductively as she ambled to the far side of the kitchen and pointed to a smear of black on the fan over the oven, the one thing Jase had yet to replace. “What has two thumbs and ruins everything she touches?” She hiked her thumbs at her chest. “This girl.”
    Well, hell. “Forget baking. What do you suggest you do to balance the scales?”
    She twirled a strand of her hair and said, “I can... I don’t know... Garden? I couldn’t help but notice the disgraceful appearance of the roses.”
    â€œNeither could we. When we moved in.” For weeks the guys had bugged him to hire a landscaper, a task he was responsible for rather than Jase because he expected everything from mowing to weed pulling to be done a certain way—his way—or done again. But he’d put off the hire, not wanting to deal with the chaos of yet another new person in his life.
    But...as Harlow tended the overgrown rosebushes out back, he could stealthily question her about her past, assuage his curiosity about her and finally move on. Moving on was familiar. He liked familiar.
    â€œAll right,” he said, punctuating the words with a nod. “You can start tomorrow morning. Unless you have a job I don’t know about?”
    â€œI don’t. I’ll be here bright and early.”
    His suspicious nature came out swinging. “How do you pay rent? For that matter,
where
do you rent?”
    A flash of panic, quickly gone. “Look. It’s late. I’m exhausted.” She peered longingly at the exit. “I need to leave. Okay?”
    Not okay. Alarm bells clanged inside his head. “Where are you living, Harlow?”
    â€œWell, you see, when I said I didn’t have a job, I meant I didn’t have a job I was proud of.” She laughed almost manically. “I’m, uh, well... I’m a stripper. Yep, that’s right. I take off my clothes and dance on a pole for a living, and I make lots of money. Tons of money.
So much
. I have the most amazing apartment. In the city. Right by the strip club. Where I work.”
    â€œWhat’s the name of the strip club?”
    â€œBoobie Bungalow,” she offered without missing a beat, more confident in her story now.
    He nearly choked on his tongue. Liar, Liar.
    â€œWhat?” She glowered at him. “It’s very exclusive.”
    â€œI should know. I’m a very exclusive man, and I’ve been there.”
    â€œYou have?” she squeaked.
    â€œI have.” Clients sometimes preferred to do business while doling out singles. “I don’t remember seeing you, and you’re not the kind of woman I’d forget.”
    â€œWell, uh, I just started.”
    He offered his most innocent grin before going in for the kill. “I have an idea. Why don’t we work off your debt another way? You come over tomorrow, as planned, but rather than gardening, you’ll give me a lap dance.”
    The color drained from her cheeks as she pulled at the collar of her shirt. “No. I’ve got my heart set on gardening.”
    â€œYou’re sure? I can score you afterward, give you pointers on how to do a better job next time.”
    â€œVery sure.”
    He released an exaggerated sigh. “All right. But if you change your mind—”
    â€œI won’t.”
    â€œBut if you do, my answer is yes.” He escorted her to the front door. “Until tomorrow, Harlow Glass.”
    She gulped. “Until tomorrow, Beck Ockley.”
    As she raced onto the porch, he noticed there were no cars in the driveway and called, “How are you getting home, honey?”
    She stopped, but kept her back to him. “Just because you can’t see an adorable little Camaro down the street