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office.”
    “I told you I haven’t given up the Hummingbird.”
    “Yeah, well, you haven’t exactly been buzzing from flower to
flower the past month, either.”
    “I’ve known the woman for two days. I did not give up the
Hummingbird for her or anyone.”
    Marcus took a sip of his beer and blatantly watched the four
women. “They’re an odd looking four, aren’t they?”
    Jude frowned. “What do you mean?”
    “All beautiful, but different as night and day. The short blond
one looks like she could kick my ass and not think twice about it. Then you
have the hot redhead who was all but jumping in your pants the last time we saw
her. There’s the classy looking one who watches them as if she’s not quite sure
she belongs, but really wants to, and then there’s your temp watching over them
all mother hen like as if she’d fight to the death to protect the others.”
    Jude watched the women, impressed with Marcus’ quick assessment,
a talent that made him such a fine lawyer. Impressed that his buddy’s shoulders
weren’t sagging. He was also hopeful Marcus would take interest in one of the
women. Just not Angela.
    “You should ask her to dance.”
    He wasn’t impressed with Marcus’ suggestion since holding
Angela in his arms would only make him want her all the more.
    “No.” He took a sip of his ice cold beer. “Not yet.”
    Some bar room fly flittered up, asked Angela to dance.
    “Looks like you better hurry or someone else is going to be
sipping the nectar from your flower.”
    “Shut up.” He supposed he should be mentally hi-fiving that
Marcus wasn’t crying in his beer, but damn it, he hadn’t planned on seeing
Angela tonight. Hadn’t been prepared for her in those tight-fitting jeans,
cowboy boots, and snug t-shirt with its strategically cut rip at the cleavage.
    For the first time in the past month, Marcus seemed to be
having a good time. Too bad it was at Jude’s expense.
    Angela shook her head, laughed at something the fly said, then
nodded. Damn it. She was heading to the dance floor with that lounge lizard.
    “Man, you’d better get to buzzing because we both know you want
to pluck that particular flower’s petals.”
    “Shut up,” Jude repeated. He couldn’t leave Marcus alone. What
if Joy chose that particular time to show up? His buddy shouldn’t have to face
that without backup at his side.
    The fly’s arms slid around Angela’s waist and he whispered
something into her ear, making her laugh again.
    Damn it.
    Jude slid out of his seat.
    That fly wasn’t going to sip a damn thing from his flower.
    * * *
    “Oh hell. Is that who I think it is?” Courtney asked, her eyes
huge.
    Randi turned from the guy chatting her up to see who her friend
referred to. Jude Layman, wearing snug black jeans and a black button down,
headed toward them with a determined gleam in his eyes. O hell was right.
    “What the F is he doing here?” she swore. She stood, forgetting
about the stud she’d been considering letting take her to his place. She shook
him off when he protested. “Where’s Cass?”
    “On the dance floor with some yuppie dude who works on Wall
Street. Her type, really.”
    “We’ve got to get out of here.”
    “Too late. He’s headed straight toward us,” Courtney warned.
    Randi picked her clutch purse off the bar and turned to come
face-to-face with Jude Layman.
    “Hi,” she smiled into his unsmiling face.
    “I need a favor.”
    What the ?
    “What kind of favor?” She eyed him suspiciously, once again
impressed by his good looks. The total bad boy in a hot package. And totally
not interested in her.
    Too bad because she bet he could work steam off with the best
of them.
    “See my friend over there?” He pointed toward the guy he’d been
with the night she’d met him. His best friend from Princeton. Marcus something
or other.
    “I see him. So what?” she challenged, her hands on her hips. Was
he going to throw her at the guy again? Puh-leeze . She
totally