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side-tracked by a butterfly that
flitted past the window.
    Cindy couldn’t
resist running her finger along the glass, laughing as Chaz tried
to remain dignified in front of Yamaha, but finally he succumbed to
the lure of fake prey and slammed his seal paws against the glass,
chasing her movements.
    “Teasing cats
now?”
    Surprised,
Cindy froze for several seconds before straightening to face Tim.
His car was parked behind hers, a low-slung, two-seater with
‘playboy’ practically screaming from the black leather
interior.
    “Well, hello,
Timmy,” she said cheerfully. “Loving the shirt, sunshine. Suits
you.”
    Tim ran his
hand across his chest. His shirt proudly proclaimed I’m a nut
who needs screwing. “Glad I don’t disappoint you.”
    “Never.”
    His gaze
skimmed across her, taking in everything from the jaunty bow in her
hair to the tips of her silver stilettos. “Going to a party?”
    “Not today.”
She held up the gaily wrapped present. “Maddy’s birthday.”
    “Ah.” He rocked
back on his heels.
    Cindy studied
him. Dressed in t-shirt, battered jeans and sneakers, with his dark
hair carelessly - or maybe artfully - tousled, he looked boyishly
handsome…if one didn’t notice the sharp intelligence in his brown
eyes. His face was lean, his jaw strong, his lips a little too full
for a man, but saved from being too girlish by their firmness.
    Yeah, it would
be easy to dismiss Tim Clarke as a boyishly handsome, charming man.
Luckily she knew him to be a real hound dog with women, or she
could just as easily be suckered.
    “You two coming
in?” Mike’s voice rumbled from the doorway. “Or are you just going
to stand there, eyeballing each other?”
    Cindy smiled
brightly up at him, genuinely glad to see him. Mike was a bear of a
man, but he loved her best friend unconditionally and that made him
almost perfect in her eyes.
    “Hello, Mike.”
She didn’t miss the way he watched almost warily as she hurried up
the stairs, finding it immensely amusing that men kept waiting for
her to fall flat on her face due her high heels.
    “Cindy,” he
greeted her, standing aside so that she could walk right past him.
“Tim.”
    “Got the tools
ready?”
    “Yeah. Let’s
start on it.”
    Obviously the
men were going to be tinkering with a car engine or something, and
that suited her just fine. Hurrying into the kitchen, she saw Maddy
straightening up from where she was crouched checking something
cooking in the oven.
    “Mads!” Cindy
flung herself at her best friend and hugged her tight. “Happy
birthday!”
    “Thanks.” Maddy
laughed as Cindy gave her a resounding kiss on the cheek, taking
the present that she pressed into her hands. “Oh, Cindy, you
shouldn’t have.”
    “Of course I
shouldn’t have.” Cindy dropped into a chair and stretched her legs
out, crossing her ankles and placing her hands behind her head.
“Open it!”
    She waited
impatiently as Maddy peeled the sticky tape off and neatly
unwrapped the lotions. The delight on her friend’s face just
tickled her pink.
    “Oh, Cindy,
thank you!” Maddy moved across the kitchen and gave her a hug.
“It’s beautiful.”
    “Trust me, Mike
will get one whiff of the scent of that moisturiser on your skin
and he’ll eat you right up.” Cindy winked. “In every way.”
    Maddy laughed.
“He does that now.”
    “Really?” Cindy
arched a brow. “Do tell.”
    “Not on your
nelly.” Maddy opened the ‘fridge. “Diet Coke?”
    “Absolutely.
I’m parched.” Cindy watched her friend open the cans and place them
on the table as she sat down. “So what did Mike get you?”
    A slight blush
of pleasure tinged Maddy’s cheeks. Pulling the chain out from
around her neck, she showed the elegantly set, small amethyst that
exactly matched her ring. “This.”
    Leaning
forward, Cindy fingered it carefully. “It’s beautiful.”
    “He’s taking me
out to dinner as well.”
    “And so he
should.” Cindy took a sip of Diet Coke. “Where