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panty lines,” I muttered, feeling the punch line coming.
    “Then he probably got a good look at your cherry pie.”
    One eye started ticking as I envisioned Vaughn walking down the street, minding his own business, until I shoved my ass in the air and gave him a shot of my Twatus Maximus. Well, hell, I guess you couldn’t blame a guy for that. I’d probably look, too, whether I was married or not.
    “Ok, so that explains him ogling my ass,” I replied as I fell into a chair. “But he still winked at me and flashed the sexiest grin I’ve ever received, and I’m pretty sure a married man shouldn’t wink and grin at another woman, so he’s still a pig.”
    “Does this revelation mean he isn’t gonna rescue me in your book?”
    “No, I’ll keep him as the hero, since I’ve built the story around him. But I won’t enjoy writing the sex scenes.”
    “Oh, man, can I help you write them?” she asked excitedly. “I haven’t had sex for over a year and could use some visuals for my dates with B.O.B.
    Horrified at the thought of imagining Kasey in all her naked glory, I shook my head vehemently and I cried out, “I can’t write sex scenes with you as the heroine. I always put myself in that role so I can feel what they are feeling. If I didn’t, they’d be wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am. No freakin’ way do I wanna envision your ass or any other body part in my head, Kasey.”
    Kasey sighed dramatically and was about to argue my point when my cell phone rang. Pulling it from my purse, I noted the call was from Janeane and answered.
    “Hey, what’s up?”
    “We gotta meet. Dark Prince just sent an email, and there’s another list of instructions that we have to complete by eight tonight, or we aren’t “trainable,” he says.”
    “Oh, for the love of . . . have you had lunch?” I asked her, looking at my watch.
    “Nope, what are you thinking?”
    “I’m with Kasey right now. We can meet you for lunch if you can get away and answer his questions.”
    “Nic, I’m not writing on my boobs again for this guy. I still have lipstick stains on my chest from last night.”
    Boy, we had to think fast to get that order accomplished in the time frame allowed. It had to be Janeane’s boobs so we’d hauled her into the bathroom, stripped her down to her underwear, and wrote “Master’s Good Girl” on her chest. Luckily, the walls in the bathroom at Gypsy’s were stained wood, and it looked like a room in a home. If he’d asked for a specific location like a bed, we would have been screwed.
    “We’ll figure it out. Can you meet us at Gypsy’s? I’ll order you a sandwich so you don’t waste time waiting.”
    “That’ll work, see you in ten.”
     
     
     
     
     

Five
     
     
     
    True love doesn’t happen in a moment of our choosing. It sneaks up on us accidentally in a single heartbeat, a single flutter, an inexplicable moment that changes our world and keeps us off balance until the day we die. Love cares nothing for reason or logic. It only cares that it consumes you to a point that all of your thoughts encompass one person. You’re helpless to stop it and even if you could, you wouldn’t. Love, quite simply, is the act of handing over your soul to someone and trusting them to protect it with their life.
    “What are you writing?” Kasey asked over my shoulder as we waited for Janeane to arrive.
    Since my encounter with Dallas Vaughn, I’d been thinking long and hard about what it would be like to fall in love with someone and to trust him with your heart. I knew the couple in my new book would evolve into a passionate relationship filled with a soul encompassing love, so I was trying to put into words how Taryn would feel once she fell for the hero.
    “Just some ideas I have for the book.”
    “Interesting. So, speaking of your brothers,” Kasey segued oddly, “Is Finn seeing anyone?”
    “Um, we weren’t speaking of them, but if we must, then no, not that I know of. But you should stay