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to stop her from dodging a makeup sponge. She gave Roberto an exaggerated cocked-hip pose and lifted her chin, holding perfectly still while the makeup artist dabbed at the area just underneath her eyes.
    “Laugh it up, Logan,” he heard her say. “You’re next.”
    “I can’t believe you’re actually not moving,” Logan tossed back. “Wish I knew this secret a long time ago. Instead of trying to pull a fancy move and get past you to score on the football field when we were kids, I’d have whipped out some Maybelline and froze you solid.”
    Freddy briefly turned her face to him. “The threat of mascara poking out the white of one’s eyes does that to a person.”
    A few more people circled Freddy, and Logan had to be content to just look at her. She shifted and her dress simmered in the light, drawing his attention to the graceful arch of her hip. His gaze rose to her shoulders, bare except for two thin spaghetti straps.
    The makeup artist brushed powder down her throat and across her décolleté, leaving a shimmer on her skin. As he looked at her, he felt his blood turn white hot in his veins. He sucked in a lungful of air to help cool the feeling. She looked incredible. Amazing. Like someone he wanted to touch.
    The urge to do just that was so strong that he walked to a tray set up for the crew and curled one hand around a bottle of water. Why had he never noticed the woman in her like this before?
    After a flurry of activity all around the room, the production crew left and she walked up to him. “Having fun yet?”
    “Not as much as you.”
    “I watched you ogle every last one of the contestants.”
    “Aren’t I supposed to get to know them before I pick one?”
    “I’m picking your date,” Freddy reminded. She looked over his shoulder. “Where are they anyway?”
    “Somewhere getting a tune up like we did, I suppose.” He leaned against an antique desk. “So which one did you like best so far?”
    Freddy tapped a perfectly manicured finger onto her chin. “Let’s see. Ms. Longfellow?”
    “It was a nice poem.”
    Freddy rolled her eyes. “Please. I bet the kindergarten teacher heard better on writing day.”
    “You don’t like her either?”
    “She’s okay.”
    Logan laughed. “I can tell by the tone of your voice.”
    “Seriously,” Freddy continued. “What’s her name was the best of the bunch.”
    “Stacy.”
    “Whatever.”
    Logan’s grin grew wider. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were jealous.”
    Freddy stared at him openmouthed for a few minutes. “Yeah, right.” She raised her hand and waggled it back and forth in a kind of parade wave. “Miss Cotton Gin, or whatever she is, actually wore her sash.”
    “I thought it was kind of cute.”
    She dropped her hand to her side. “It made me want to barf. I took off points for that one.”
    “You’re keeping score?”
    “How else am I going to figure out which one wins?”
    “So who is winning?”
    Freddy scrunched up her nose as though a foul smell just moved by it. “Let’s see, Miss Cotton Gin—two points, America’s Next Top Model—two points, the poet—two points, Buffy…”
    “Buffy?”
    “Yeah, the preppie from Yale or Harvard or wherever Mummy and Daddy sent her—two points.”
    A smiled tugged at his mouth. “Anyone get more than two points?”
    “The war veteran. She got an extra point because I’m patriotic. Three points.”
    “And Stacy?”
    Freddy’s brow furrowed. “You like her or something?”
    Logan smiled at the indignant tone of Freddy’s voice. She was jealous after all. “I might.”
    He saw something serious run across her face. She looked past him to the back of the room before returning her gaze to him. “She had four points, but I’m taking one point off right now.”
    “Why?”
    “Because you…”
    Roberto clapped his hands together. “Two minutes.” He walked to Logan while scanning his clipboard bible. “Logan,” he looked up just for a moment, “when