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he waited for Ben. He hummed, whistled, and sang the entire length of “American Pie” before Ben finally opened the passenger door and hopped in.
    He glanced over and did a double take. “Did you get a haircut?”
    Ben gave a one-shoulder shrug.
    Reed inhaled. “Holy shit! Are you wearing aftershave?”
    Ben glared at him.
    When Reed laughed, Ben finallyspoke. “You're one to talk, idiot. This cab smells like a French whorehouse.”
    Reed quit laughing. “It does not! Besides, you've never been to a French whorehouse.”
    Ben raised that damned eyebrow at him and shrugged again.
    “ Wait, have you?”
    No response.
    “ Seriously, have you? Let's hear it.”
    No response.
    "You're not going to tell me?"
    Ben shook his head in exasperation and stared out thewindow.
    “ You suck. You know that, right?”
    Ben remained quiet, as usual, so he started singing along with the radio. Reed was glad that Ben didn't notice the new shirt he was wearing. He looked down at himself and sighed. Nothing wrong with a guy taking pride in his appearance, right?
    For a construction job? Damn. He was an idiot. Even so, he consoled himself, if he was an idiot then so wasBen.
    * * * *
    Tracy checked receipts while Sophie did inventory. She hated to admit it, but she wasn't that steady walking barefoot, much less in heels. Tracy was right.
    What the hell was I thinking? I really am going to break an ankle!
    She wobbled back to the storeroom, tottering stiff legged as if she didn't have bendable knees. Sophie didn't know how women could wear these torture devicesdaily. She wanted to take the shoes off and throw them out the window. Then she wanted to run them over with her car. Then she wanted to run over the person who invented high heels but figured he or she was probably already dead.
    She blamed her animosity on sore feet and sexual frustration. Reed holding her hand was the most action she'd gotten in what felt like forever. If he would have kissedher, she might have melted into a puddle of blissful goo. She had a feeling he would be a great kisser. A man wasn't blessed with lips like that without knowing how to use them, right?
    Sophie would love to find out if he lived up to all of her fantasies of him. Even if he were only half as good, he would still be twice as good as any of her ex-boyfriends. Sad but true. Finding out was on herwish list. It would be wonderful to scream in ecstasy and not aggravation.
    As Sophie reached up to grab a bag of powdered sugar, she muttered, “You are such a ho.”
    “ Who's a ho?”
    At the sound of Reed's deep voice, Sophie yelped and lost her balance. The seal gave way and powdered sugar came down with her in a cloud of white dust. When the heel of her left shoe snapped off with an audible crack,Reed lunged to catch her. Instead of kissing the floor, a pair of strong arms grabbed her and pulled her into a wall of hard muscle.
    Instead of her life flashing before her eyes, all Sophie could think about was how often Reed worked out. He was definitely solid and she was pretty sure her breasts were pushed up against the top of a six-pack.
    Holy hell, if I died now, I could go a happy woman.

    Reality intruded when Sophie realized she was covered in powdered sugar, the heel of her shoe was jammed under a shelf, and Reed hadn't let go of her yet. The bad news was that her chance at wowing him with her frilly, green sundress had bit the dust. The good news, obviously, was that Reed hadn't let go of her yet.
    She looked up to see that he was covered in powdered sugar too. Nothing to donow but brazen it out.
    “ Hi, Reed.”
    “ Hello, Sophie.”
    Reed stared down at her with such a serious intensity that she began to stammer an apology. “I…” was all she managed to get out before he pulled her tighter, dipped his head, and pressed his lips to hers.
    Okaaaay. This works too.
    His lips were soft and hot and moved against hers with such precision that she wanted to climb him like a treefor greater