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stubble, the shoulders, the loose rugged nature-boy thing; what he is, is a total hunk.”
    That she couldn’t deny. Not when the man didn’t even try to keep his gaze averted from her mouth. The feel of his breath against her neck as he leaned in close, his big calloused hand guiding her fingers over the strings, giving her goose bumps. His deep rumbling voice flinting sparks throughout her insides.
    “He’s the least girly man I’ve ever met. Jake exfoliates,” Callie added in a stage whisper. “You should ask him out.”
    Lori placed her pen on the table with exaggerated calm. “Jake? We’re close, honey buns, but not that close.”
    Callie’s eyes glittered. “I meant Dash.”
    “I’m not going there.”
    “What? Why not? The guy’s—”
    “I know what he is, Callie. He’s difficult. And slippery. And unreliable. And he can’t go five minutes without making me want to smack him.”
    Callie’s smile grew so wide it near split her face in two. “The catch cry of women the world over moments before they fall into a man’s arms.”
    “Not this woman.”
    “If you say so.” Callie went back to her magazine.
    Leaving Lori to pick over the conversation word by word.
    Callie’s suggestion wasn’t completely daft. There was something there; even if it was nothing but friction that set off the spark.
    But appealing as the man was—in a broad, physical sense—he was the antithesis of the kind of man Lori envisaged herself spending time with.
    There was selfishness in the way he kept himself so far apart from everything and everyone. A blithe imperviousness that, if she was being absolutely honest with herself, she envied as much as it frustrated her.
    So why couldn’t she stop thinking about it? About him?
    And while she was never the one to instigate a conversation about Jake, somehow she found herself asking, “Is that wisdom born from experience?”
    “You mean Jake and me?” Callie asked. “Nah. The first time I looked into his baby blues I was done. Don’t get me wrong. It was terrifying. Especially since, well, you know, I was holding his fiancée’s foot at the time. But I knew what I felt. And I’ve never doubted it a moment since. Like the song says, I saw him, I picked him, I knew . Thanks to you.”
    “Me?”
    “You taught me to recognize what I want, to own it, and to go for it.”
    Oh. Well, crap.
    “Well,” said Lori, tidying some random papers on her desk, “I could never date anyone prettier than me, so that’s that.”
    Callie laughed. “I’ll give you that.”
    Lori took it, too, even if it wasn’t true. The men she dated could be as beautiful as humanly possible as far as she was concerned.
    But Dash?
    He might be capable and Thor-like with the ability to cook a pasta sauce, but the man had left the biggest rock band in the world at the height of their success. She’d have to be certifiable to believe he had it in him to stick to anything normal.
    Callie slapped the magazine on her thigh and stood. “Back to the grindstone, then?”
    “Please.”
    When Callie closed the door behind her with a soft click , Lori continued scribbling in her diary a few moments more.
    Dash had been a surprise. And his temperament frayed her limited patience. But the more she got used to the ‘stubble, the shoulders, the loose, rugged nature-boy thing,’ the more blasé she’d be.
    Yep, the next time she saw Dash Mills she’d be so chilled even he’d notice.
    Lori realized that she’d been doodling a pair of dark eyes, crinkling at the corners. Considering Callie had been given all the artistic talent and Lori none, it was pretty darned specific.
    She moved her keyboard over the blotter and shuffled her mouse to bring up her email. Time to get back to work.

Chapter Four
    Dash hadn’t shared an all-nighter with a bottle of scotch since the early days with the band, and that Monday morning he remembered why.
    He’d been led there by a hard weekend. An anniversary of sorts.