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“All right by me.” He gestured toward the television on the far wall. “Want to turn that on? Let’s see if we can find Hell’s Kitchen .”
    “Now, why doesn’t it surprise me that you’re a fan of Chef Ramsay?”
    Amused, Drew snorted. “You trying to tell me something?” He had to admit he liked it when Ridge sounded a bit flinty. Maybe there was more to the kid than he thought.
    “Not at all.” Ridge rolled onto his side with a sly smile. “Why would I think that a big, tough, city guy like you would like an iron-assed chef who has a mouth like a longshoreman and hates everybody?”
    Smart ass. “He sounds perfect to me. In fact, I could have used him at my last job.” If only. Drew could almost laugh as he pictured Chef Ramsay going after some of the most obnoxious members of the press pool. Oh, yeah.
    “Whatever you’re thinking, it must be good.” Shaking his head, Ridge hummed as he propped himself on an elbow and reached for the remote. Aiming it at the television, he clicked on the guide. “Doesn’t look like it’s on now, but if you want, I can put on the Food Channel.”
    Considering, Drew scanned the guide. “There! That one. On TNT.”
    “ Southland ? Never heard of it.”
    Drew settled back on his pillows and pulled the covers up to his chest. “Oh, man, you don’t know what you’re missing. John Cooper is a major bad ass.”
    He scowled when he heard Ridge chuckling. “What?”
    “Nothing.” Ridge was definitely laughing. “I just didn’t think you’d be a TV hound, that’s all.” He swung his legs over the side. “I’m going to check the food and water for the dogs. I’ll be back.”
    Waving at him without looking, Drew kept his focus on the screen. John Cooper was also a major stud.

Chapter 6
    If brains were dynamite, you wouldn’t have enough to blow your nose.
    Drew Cunningham
    Ridge woke up alone just before seven. His ass was sore from its unaccustomed activity, and he sat up gingerly. The television in the living room was making noise and, through the open window, the birds were singing. The sky was yellow in the east as the sun’s rays slowly brightened.
    Pushing himself to his feet, he walked naked to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, he sized himself up. He really didn’t look any different, but he surely felt different. Last night with Drew had been incredible. Just thinking of what they’d done together made him hot and tingly inside. His cheeks were burning as he remembered how he’d behaved. God!
    He winced as his hole flexed in memory of last night’s fun. It had been a little weird to just roll over and watch television after the wildest sex he’d ever had, but he’d run with it. He was pretty sure he’d come off as adult and cool about everything.
    But he did have to call Shelby this morning. He needed to talk to his best friend and check on the morning-after protocol.
    He looked yearningly at the deep tub and wished he had time to soak away his sore muscles before he had to be at work. No such luck today. After relieving himself, he walked out to the main room, looking around for Drew and the dogs. Huh. Maybe he wouldn’t need that coaching on morning-after conversation.
    He wandered over to the kitchen, just to make sure Drew wasn’t quietly taking up space in there. He looked past the breakfast bar into the eating nook and found it empty. As he turned his head, he spotted a note on the counter. Grabbing it, he read it eagerly.
    Ridge -- my baby girl is arriving this morning. I just got the call. I’ll try to call you a little later to get together. Here’s my cell number if you need it.
    Ridge picked up his cell phone and programmed in Drew’s number.
    I called the front desk for your number. PS -- Henry wanted to come along, so he’s with me.
    Marveling that he hadn’t heard Drew make a sound this morning, Ridge grinned, glad to see that he hadn’t been left without a word... but who in the heck was Drew’s “baby