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limerick-creating poet, a runway wannabe, and a New England preppie didn’t seem too bad at all.
    “I think that went rather well,” Freddy said, entering Logan’s room later that evening.
    He came out of his dressing room wearing jeans and his tuxedo shirt, unbuttoned, both humor and questions in his eyes. “It depends on what you mean by ‘went well.’”
    “You looked like you enjoyed the attention,” she said, pulling back hard on the reins of the female hormones raging inside her when she looked at him. Her fingertips itched to trace the six-pack abs peeking from beneath the crisp white fabric to find out if they were as rock hard as they looked. “Were you?”
    “It wasn’t half-bad.” He lifted his carved-from-stone shoulders and shrugged off the shirt. “Hang on a second,” he said before ducking back inside the dressing room.
    Freddy grabbed on to the back of one of the overstuffed chairs to keep from running after him just to watch him put on a T-shirt.
    “So what’s next?” she heard him call out from the other room.
    What’s next? How was she supposed to answer that? She’d spent the better part of the last hour dodging elbows and trying to stay close to Logan as six women jockeyed for position next to him. Watching them shamelessly and openly flirt with him only underscored the fact that her great plan to impress him had taken a really wrong turn. The ladies would probably be wiping drool from their chins all night now that they had seen him, and she could do nothing more about it than hand them a tissue. She looked to the window, half-expecting to see one of the bachelorettes climbing on a ladder.
    Logan came back into the room in a plain white T-shirt, looking more like the Logan she knew and less like a model on the cover of
GQ
. She leaned her rear against the desk in his room, slippers peeking out from beneath the silvery fabric of her gown. “Seems like I have a lot on the agenda. I have to go over the list of upcoming challenges and get my comments to Annie by Thursday. Two days. I hope you don’t get too bored hanging around herewith nothing to do but look at women in bikinis walk back and forth between the pool and the hot tub.”
    “I’m sure I can adjust.”
    She snickered. “You do that.”
    “What else can I do? You got me into this.”
    “Want out?” Her hopes soared.
    “I think it’s too late for that,” he replied, dashing those hopes. “But I have to admit, as exciting this may all seems to the viewers, it’s all beginning to run together in my head.”
    Suddenly, the evening sounded more interesting. “It is?” Freddy shifted her rear on the desk. “You don’t like all the attention?”
    “I do. I mean, what guy wouldn’t want six beautiful handpicked women fawning all over him?”
    “I sense a ‘but’ coming.”
    He nodded. “But it doesn’t feel real.” He tossed his head toward the desk. “We have a script. How can anything be real if it is scripted?” Dismay darkened his eyes. “What if I make the wrong choice?”
    “You won’t.”
    “How can you be sure?”
    “Because making the choice is my job.”
    He smiled. “That’s right. It is.” His eyes narrowed. “You won’t let me down, will you?”
    He turned his smile up a notch, and it seared into Freddy’s heart as if it had touched the infrared grate on an outdoor grill. As she looked at the curve of his lips, all she could think about was someone else kissing him, someone to whom she would have to give the “go for it” seal of approval in six weeks. She wondered if she could actually do it.
    “The producers tell me I have to give them a good show or risk being in default of the contract,” she managed to say once she tore her gaze from his mouth.
    “I just hope you have some sort of internal radar inside that head of yours to weed out the star-seekers from the genuine article.”
    Freddy suddenly found it hard to breathe. “You are actually looking for a girlfriend?”
    Logan