Falling for the Groomsman
instead she’d gotten radio silence.
    So much for her Get payback on Tyler plan.
    What he had done to her in Mexico shouldn’t matter after all these years…but it did. Seeing him again had brought new life to all those angry feelings she’d had for him. Was it so horrible that she wanted to show him how desirable she was now? Then when she hooked him…she’d stop and walk away.
    Just like he’d done to her.
    Of course, she hadn’t been planning on actually kissing him, but at least she’d gotten to cross an item off her list: kiss a stranger in public . Sure, he wasn’t technically a stranger, but this Tyler was dominant and brooding. He wasn’t the Tyler she’d known in Mexico.
    It should have counted as a win…and yet she hadn’t been able to resist poking the bear after she’d fled the scene. She’d gotten his number from Kady, and she’d taunted him. Insinuated he’d been lackluster at best. She’d gotten nothing in return.
    Had she won that battle? Hell if she knew.
    She’d done some more reading research this morning, a romance book where the heroine seduced the hero for revenge, and according to the book, she’d done the old bait-and-switch properly. And if she couldn’t count on Seducing the Hot Enemy for tips, she was screwed with a capital S .
    He should have been desperate for her. Needing her. Not ignoring her.
    Maybe she’d done it wrong. Oh well. She had to move on. Keep working on her sex list and forget all about him. If she passed him in the hallway, she would smile politely and keep on walking. No more kissing. No more desire.
    No more Tyler.
    If only she could stop thinking about him.
    She jammed another set of flowers into another identical vase and Julie cleared her throat. “Is there something you’d like to talk about?”
    “What?” Christine stuck another set of flowers into the next vase. “No. Why?”
    Julie eyed her and straightened the flowers Christine had just finished arranging. “You’re upset about something and taking it out on the poor flowers. If you need to talk, I’m good at listening. You don’t have to beat up pretty flowers to prove it to me.”
    “I don’t need to talk.” Christine sighed and filled another vase, setting them in place more gently this time. Earlier, she’d come in to find Julie and Mister Danger himself, Reed, in a very compromising situation. Like, a hand-up-the-skirt type of situation. “If anything, I’d like to talk about safety and ladders. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”
    Julie flushed and fidgeted with the green stems even though they were already centered. “Hush now, professional subject changer.”
    Christine smiled and whistled under her breath. Julie’s hot cheeks confirmed her suspicions. Something was going on between her and Reed. Good. It was about time Julie let loose and had some fun. Maybe Christine should ask her for a few pointers on seduction. She obviously had it going on. “Come on. Help a girl out. Who kissed who first? And, oooh, is he a good kisser?”
    “Christine Forsythe, I’m ashamed of you!” Julie huffed. “Why, I wouldn’t know, would I?”
    Christine laughed. “Oh, I bet you would.” It wasn’t often Julie let go enough to want someone, and it was obvious right now she wanted him, so Christine had to do a tiny bit of ribbing. That is what best friends were for. “Maybe I should go find out for myself. Think he’ll show me?”
    “More than likely,” Julie said a bit stiffly. She adjusted the flowers for the third time. “But what about Tyler? I saw him follow you out last night, and when he came back in he was as agitated as a grasshopper in molasses.”
    “I have no idea why he would be upset,” Christine said quickly, focusing on the flowers in front of her. “I had nothing to do with it.”
    “I didn’t say he was upset,” Julie said, her eyes wide. “Or imply that you caused it.”
    Christine snorted, but didn’t say anything else.

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