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didn’t need this.
    “His ex is going to show up any minute and she’s a total number.
Screwed him over real good and still plays mind games with him. I don’t want
him alone when she gets here.”
    “So what are you doing over here talking to me?”
    Jude’s gaze went to the dance floor and the way he looked at
Avery was total predatory.
    Randi’s wounded pride eased. He had the hots for their girl?  
    “Your friend needs rescued from that slimeball and I can’t leave my friend alone.”
    “Seems you’re in a real pickle.” She leaned back against the
bar and sized him up. According to the bulge in his crotch and the gossip from
his exes, size wasn’t an issue with Jude Layman. Lucky Avery.
    “What would it take for you to go and keep him company while I
save Angela?”
    She ran her gaze over him, liked what she saw, but wouldn’t
move in on Avery’s mark. Besides, she was pretty sure Avery would end up
working off steam with this particular mark. A much needed work-out in Randi’s
opinion. “We’ll work something out later.”
    He nodded, his attention already going back to the dance floor.
“Sure, I’ll owe you one.”
    The moment he walked off, Courtney grabbed her arm. “Oh my God.
Did you see how he looked at Av?”
    “I saw and was damned jealous.”
    Maybe he was just what Avery needed, though. Goodness knew she
needed to loosen up a bit. Jude Layman looked like he knew exactly where to
push to loosen a gal up. Avery’s good time romp before she put the shaft to him.
Oh yeah.
    “I think her plan is working.”
    “Come on. Let’s go baby-sit the divorcee.”
    * * *
    Avery didn’t normally dance with strangers in bars. Tonight a peculiar
excitement stirred in her blood and she’d let the wannabe cowboy convince her
to grant one dance.
    Unfortunately, she kept comparing his sleeked back black hair
and handsome enough face to the strong cut of Jude’s jaw, to his just crawled
from bed hair to his to-sigh-for eyes.
    Every time she closed her eyelids she saw him. Heard his voice.
Felt his fingertip on her lips. Ached to experience more. Which was so stupid. She
should want his balls served for breakfast at Tiffany’s to some stuck-up snob
who would chew them to small bits.
    She knew he was a heartbreak waiting to happen. Just look at
Mandy Sims and Sara Brown.
    “Angel, there you are. Sorry I got held up and am late.” In the
blink of an eye, the devil himself slid his arm around her, gave her dance
partner the heave-ho, and pulled her to him. “Been missing me?”
    Had her thoughts conjured Jude?
    She glanced from him to the guy whose name she couldn’t recall.
He stared back and forth, trying to decipher whether or not to let Jude get
away with cutting in. She refused to play into Jude’s hands. He already had too
many women doing that.
    She went to pull away, but his eyes met hers and were dark and
dangerous.
    Danger looked gorgeous on Jude Layman.
    “No,” he said, before lowering his head. His gaze remained
locked with hers as his lips brushed across her mouth. Warm, moist, full of
heat. Soft, yet forceful.
    He surprised her, caught her unprepared. She’d never seen the
danger in his eyes. Otherwise, she’d have pushed him away, told him to go to
hell. At least, that’s what she told herself. Instead, her arms slipped around
his neck. Mainly to hold on so she wouldn’t drop to the floor because her knees
had gone weak.
    Wow, she thought. Jude was kissing her. Wow. Wow. Wow.
    Every other thought went out of her head. Just wow.
    Jude’s body--his hard body--pressed against hers. He still wore
the black jeans and button down he’d had on at work. He held her so tight his
silver belt buckle cut into her, but she didn’t care.
    She’d known the shirt material would be as soft as goose down. She
ran her fingers over his shoulders, through the hair at his nape. Never had she
felt anything so silky. She’d thought it would be stiff from styling products. She’d
thought wrong. She