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she called her assistant, Tom, in and asked him to sort through the rest of her e-mails.

      She was just about to plunge into her in-tray when a familiar figure propped itself against her door frame.

      “We still on for lunch?”

      Claire stared at her friend Katherine in dismay.

      “You forgot, didn’t you?” Katherine guessed, one hand resting on her slim hip.

      “I’m sorry. I’ve got so much on, I think I should just work through lunch,” Claire apologized.

      But Katherine wasn’t about to take no for an answer. Swinging around, she called in reinforcements.

      “Tom! Get over here and help me convince your boss she needs to eat lunch,” she called imperatively.

      Tom shot up from his seat as though he’d been electrocuted, and Claire had to stifle a laugh as he stared at Katherine slavishly. At nearly six feet tall with legs that seemed to go on forever and a bust that would put a 1950s pinup to shame, Katherine was every man’s sexual fantasy. The fact that she was funny, clever and worked as editor of a sports magazine were bonuses that most men didn’t seem to mind, either. At a tender twenty years, Tom was like a bunny in the headlights of her attractiveness.

      “I tell her all the time she should have a lunch break, but she thinks a protein shake is enough,” Tom said, sounding for all the world like a worried Jewish mother.

      “Are you listening to what Tom is saying, Claire?” Katherine asked, the glint in her eye signaling that she wasn’t unaware of Tom’s adoration.

      Shaking her head at her friend, Claire checked her watch.

      “Twenty minutes,” she said.

      “Done. Thanks for the backup, Tom,” Katherine said, giving him a big smile.

      Tom just stood there, apparently stunned by such beneficence.

      Claire grabbed her handbag and followed Katherine to the elevator.

      “You’re cruel,” Claire admonished.

      “How so? I was perfectly nice to him!”

      Claire gave Katherine’s close-fitting deep red, short-skirted suit and elegant high heels a once-over.

      “You ought to be registered as a deadly weapon. Or given a handicap. How are the rest of us mere mortals supposed to compete?”

      “You do okay, from what I’ve seen,” Katherine commented dryly.

      “Right. That’s why I watched three George Clooney movies this month.”

      The elevator door opened and they exited into the foyer, heading for the coffee shop.

      “The opportunities are there, but you choose not to see them.”

      Claire rolled her eyes—as if she wouldn’t have noticed an eligible guy interested in her! To prove her point, a young courier walked straight into a potted palm because he was too busy tracking Katherine’s progress across the foyer to look where he was going.

      “You see that? Nobody walks into plants for me, I can tell you.”

      “You don’t believe me? What about Cameron Johnson in layout? And that cute security guard on the night shift?”

      Claire had to rack her brain to get even a vague mental image of the men. Needless to say, they hadn’t walked into a wall, or any other obstacle, the last time she had been in their vicinity—that she would have remembered.

      “You’re deluded.”

      They settled at their usual table in the far back corner of the coffee shop and picked up a menu each, even though neither of them ever strayed from their normal order—a chicken club sandwich.

      “You don’t want to see—that’s your problem. When was the last time you had a date?” Katherine challenged.

      Claire studied the menu intently. Why had she even brought this subject up? Hadn’t she just decided that she was happy with her work-oriented world at the moment?

      “Forget I said anything. I was only joking, anyway,” she hedged.

      Katherine shook her head sympathetically.

      “That long, huh?”

      Desperate for some way to avoid the conversation Claire suspected was in the offing, she scanned the coffee shop looking for a distraction. She twitched as she noted Jack Brook propped at the lunch bar, one leg resting comfortably on the foot rail as he chatted to a woman she didn’t recognize. He looked so confident and happy and self-assured that she felt her toes curling in her shoes with annoyance.

      “You went out with Jack Brook for a while, didn’t you?” she found herself blurting.

      Katherine looked surprised and she turned to follow Claire’s line of sight, quickly spotting Jack lounging at the bar.

      The glance she shot Claire was unreadable.

      “Yeah, I did. For a few short, spectacular weeks a couple of years ago.”

      The waiter stopped by their table, and Claire and Katherine both ordered the chicken club sandwich. Silence fell. Aware that Katherine was now thinking completely the wrong thing, Claire felt honor-bound to correct her.

      “He parked in my space this morning,” she explained. “He’s such an arrogant jerk, I just wondered what you saw in him.”

      “That’s simple—pretty much what every other woman sees in him. He’s gorgeous.”

      Claire pulled a face, her eyes sliding across to contemplate Jack’s profile.

      “He really does nothing for me,” she said airily.

      Katherine made a small disbelieving noise.

      “Then you’re officially the walking dead. Whether or not Jack Brook is gorgeous is not a matter of subjective opinion. He has those amazing eyes, and a body to die for—fantastic skin, great arms. And he’s a great lover. Really…gifted, if you get what I mean,” Katherine said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

      Claire shifted in her seat, but she was unable to stop her gaze from sneaking over to him. He was teasing his lunch companion, reaching out to swipe a bit of frosting off her cake. As Claire watched he slid his chocolate-coated finger into his mouth and licked it, his actions completely unconscious and completely erotic. She flicked her eyes away from the blatant display, but, again, they slid back to him of their own accord. Now he was shoving his hand into his pants pocket as he leaned casually on the bar. The fabric tightened across his thighs and, unbelievably, she felt herself blushing as she considered what Katherine had said. Gifted…What exactly did that mean? Was that about the finger-licking thing, or the part of his trousers that was holding her attention right now?

      “You know, a fling with someone like Jack could be exactly what you need,” Katherine said.

      Claire jerked her attention back to her friend.

      “Are you insane? I wouldn’t sleep with Jack Brook if you paid me. He’s cocky, conceited, smug—and a complete man-slut.”

      “I see.”

      Katherine was smiling knowingly, and Claire bristled. Determined to prove her point, she leaned across the table.

      “If you gave me the choice of kissing Jack Brook or punching him in the face, I’d choose the punch every time,” she said firmly.

      “Ah. So you have thought about kissing Jack, then?”

      Claire was about to launch into all the reasons why she considered Jack Brook to be subhuman when Katherine’s face suddenly lit up as though she’d just thought of something funny. She laughed, nodding her head as though she’d just worked something out. Claire frowned at her, suspicious.

      “What?”

      “I

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