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CHAPTER 5
    “So was it just me, or was my family acting strangely civilized and human last night?” Taylor said over the noise of the crowded deli to Sarah. Sarah had been one of her best friends since elementary school, so they’d spent a lot of time with each other’s families growing up.
    Sitting across from Taylor, chewing on a big bite of her turkey sandwich, Sarah shrugged and then washed her food down with a sip of iced tea. “If you’re referring to the fact that your dad didn’t yell at anyone, your brothers didn’t take turns giving you noogies for dessert, and that I caught Jack in the kitchen getting all teary eyed, then…I’d say it was a classic case of Body Snatchers last night. Where did you put the real Reed men?”
    “In my spaceship, of course.” Taylor grinned and then leaned closer so no one inside the noisy sandwich shop would overhear what she was about to say. The almost-death incident still felt a little raw. “I think that almost getting killed must’ve really scared them.” Maybe it brought back memories of her mom’s death, although her mother had died giving birth.
    Sarah sighed longingly. “I wish Bennett Wade would kidnap me on his plane for a little life-changing drama. Although I would prefer sitting on his face—that would be even better.” She cracked a lopsided smile.
    “What?” Taylor laughed and reached across the table to slap Sarah’s arm. “Bite your tongue, woman. He’s a complete barbarian.” A hot one, sure. But still a barbarian. Which was the reason she kind of felt embarrassed to tell Sarah about her and Bennett’s little deal. Actually, no one in her life knew they’d had any contact whatsoever after the crash.
    Yeah, save that complicated conversation for another day.
After all, he’d basically gotten her fired and then she’d almost died on his plane. They’d all think she was nuts for taking him on as a client.
    “Well, if I’m not mistaken,” Sarah said, “his company’s headquarters is here in San Francisco. If it will make you happy, I can have him arrested. Seems like the only thing I’m good for these days, since men don’t want to interact with me any other way.”
    Poor Sarah
. Like Taylor, her dry spell was going on two years, only Taylor’s excuse was never meeting the right kind of men. Men like…
    Uh-uh. You’re not even going there. You will not think of Ben—dammit! I just thought of him.
    Anyway, lucky Sarah met men all the time. Her looks—wavy brown hair, blue eyes, and curvy frame—drew them right in. But her looks were never the problem. Men simply felt intimidated by her job. Even Taylor’s brothers were afraid to mess with Sarah now, which was such a disappointment because it used to be hysterical when it was her turn for after dinner noogies.
    “Have you ever considered just not telling guys you’re a judge?” Taylor asked.
    Sarah nibbled on her sandwich, mulling it over. “I tried that with the last one. It was great until I had to come clean.” She shook her head at the sandwich. “I’ve never seen a man get dressed so fast. I should’ve waited until after we had sex. Ten or twenty times.”
    Taylor laughed. “Well, I’d set you up, but all of the men I know are rich assholes.”
    “Ah, but are they good in bed?”
    Taylor dropped her mouth. “How would I know?”
    “What? Don’t tell me you never at least thought about sleeping with one of your clients?”
    An image of Bennett Wade flashed into her head. Him. Naked. On top of her and hammering away with his hard cock.
Dammit! No!
She reached for the collar of her blouse, trying to let in a little air. “I…uhh…I would never sleep with a client. It’s unprofessional.”
    Sarah lifted a dark brow. “Maybe you just haven’t met one who’s tempting enough.”
    “There isn’t a man alive who could convince me to cross that line.” But as she said those words, she already doubted them. “How about you? Ever think of dating one