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sexual adventure after another with her in the lead role. Damn. It was nuts. She wasn’t even his type. Too curvy, too in-his-face, too kiss-my-ass. Too much like me. It takes one to know one.
    But that wasn’t all. Whenever their eyes met, he felt a shift in his equilibrium, as though the ground had cracked open beneath his feet, leaving him with a sense of standing on two halves of a chasm. If he wasn’t careful, he might fall into the abyss. Probably explained why they’d landed on the floor twice since they’d met. He grinned, recalling her reaction to his offer of sex. Damn, he couldn’t deny he’d wanted her then, and if they’d been alone, he might have acted on that baser instinct.
    The idea had him smiling harder. His usual method of ridding himself of a brown-eyed, blond distraction like this was a tumble in the sack. Or two. But he’d learned the hard way what a disaster that could be. Rule 1: No fraternizing with the cast.
    Determined to stop being sidetracked, he directed his attention to the individual interviews they’d shot yesterday, hoping for some juicy tidbits to kick-start his recalcitrant muse. The still unwritten script plagued him. He tapped the tip of a pen against the fresh legal pad that he preferred for taking notes, his gaze locked on the iPad screen. Molly McCoy’s segment ran before his eyes, her voice spilling into his earphones, but instead of the perky redheaded shop owner, Ice kept seeing Andrea, hearing Andrea.
    There was just something about her—a hunger deep in those alluring brown eyes that echoed a secret yearning buried in his soul. He reached for a bottle of water. Was she single, married, engaged? Involved? She didn’t wear a wedding ring, but there might be a boyfriend, or a fiancé. The possibility prickled. He stretched, trying to shake off the irrational annoyance, and swore out loud. If he wasn’t careful, she could get under his skin, but he was careful. Steel encased his heart. He hadn’t earned the nickname cold bastard for nothing.
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    The cool, gray day did nothing to soothe Andrea’s nerves. She dreaded going into work, still embarrassed and pissed off, and not sure she could rein in those feelings enough to behave like a grown-up around Ice today, but there was a staff meeting, and not showing up was out of the question. She entered the back door of the pie shop, inhaling the delightful spicy and fruity scents, finding her bearings in the familiar. She ditched her purse and jacket in the cupboard, acknowledging her coworkers’ warm greetings with one of her own.
    A sweeping glance confirmed her suspicion that Zoe was running late as usual. Molly, BiBi, and Jane weren’t fluffed or painted, but they each wore an apron and looked ready for work. She said a second silent “thank-you” for the absence of Flynn and his camera. But Ice and Bobby were also present, and her stomach squeezed, making her wish she’d skipped the greasy sausage and egg muffin she’d downed as she drove the boys to school.
    Deciding she needed more caffeine to deal with whatever this day held in store, she went for coffee, bringing her cup to the work counter, where everyone was already seated. The only remaining stool put her directly across from the man of her nightmares. She refused to meet his mesmerizing gaze, concentrating instead on Molly to her left, on her coffee, looking anywhere that wasn’t at Ice—a task made near-impossible by his neon orange, “look at me” surfer shirt.
    Bobby called the meeting to order, and Andrea sat a little straighter. His eyes no longer had the lost-weekend redness, but his wrinkled shirt and crinkled face roused an image of Lucas after a night camping in a sleeping bag. If she didn’t know they were booked at The Outlaw Inn, she’d think he was sleeping in his van. Then again, maybe he was innately sloppy like Logan’s art teacher, who didn’t see much beyond his own vision of the world.
    “We’re going to finish up the