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number. Instead she dialed the station and asked for Ty.
    â€œMontrose,” Ty said, answering on the first ring. She could tell he was in a good mood because there was laughter in his voice. But then, Ty seldom took anything, even the failing ratings of the station, too seriously.
    â€œTy, it’s Lauren.”
    â€œHey, what’s up? Are you calling in sick?”
    â€œWhat? No. I, uh, I need a phone number.”
    â€œCall the operator,” he said with a laugh in his voice.
    She’d always felt as if Ty was not only her boss but her friend. Since both of them had deplorable taste in the opposite sex, they had commiserated a time or two over margaritas about their pathetic ex-mates. What would he think when she asked about his brother? “I need Jack’s number.”
    â€œHe didn’t give it to you?”
    Maybe this hadn’t been a good idea. “Are you trying to get on my bad side?”
    â€œHell, no.” Ty rattled off his brother’s numbers—home, office and cell phone.
    â€œDid you give him mine?” she asked. Her address was unlisted because she’d had a problem with a stalker a few years ago.
    â€œNo. But he did call and ask me to have Pat give your address to the florist down the street.”
    She didn’t know how she felt about that. It was the kind of thing she’d come to expect from Ty, her friend. “Should you have given me his number?”
    He gave a big laugh. “I think my big brother can protect himself against you.”
    â€œYeah, I think so,” she said. “Thanks.”
    She disconnected the call with Ty and dialed Jack’s office number before she could change her mind. While the phone rang she tried to think of what she’d say to the secretary or receptionist who answered.
    â€œMontrose,” Jack said. His voice was deep and dark—everything she remembered it being.
    â€œHello,” she said. Her thoughts scattered. She’d been hoping for a few additional seconds to gather her wits while she was connected to him.
    â€œLauren. How are you?” he asked.
    â€œFine. Thanks for the flowers.” With that kind of fast thinking it was hard to believe she made her living talking. She took a few deep breaths. She needed to calm down. He was just a guy. Just a guy.
    â€œYou’re welcome. I told them late-afternoon delivery. Did they wake you up?”
    â€œYes, but it was time for me to get out of bed.”
    â€œDamn. Now I’ve got an image in my head of you all soft and cozy straight from bed.”
    â€œWhat kind of image is it?”
    â€œThe kind that a PC girl like you doesn’t want to hear about.”
    â€œRated R?”
    â€œOnly if I tone it down,” he said.
    Lauren laughed. She liked him. Liked his honesty about how he reacted to her and liked how he made her feel when she spoke to him. He was so much more than just a guy, she thought. She’d realized that from the moment he’d shown up after her show.
    â€œAbout dinner,” she said.
    â€œIf I apologize, will you say yes?”
    â€œI was calling to accept. Don’t apologize. I like your fantasies.”
    â€œYou don’t even know what they are,” he said.
    â€œI know they involve you and me.”
    â€œThat’s right. They do.”
    â€œThen that’s all I need to know,” she said quietly.
    â€œHow do you feel about the outdoors?” he asked.
    â€œUm…I’m kind of a shopping-mall and coffee-bar girl.”
    â€œThis will be painless and lots of fun.”
    â€œIf it isn’t you’ll owe me one.”
    â€œOne what?”
    â€œWhatever I want, and it might be some sort of metrosexual spa date.”
    â€œDeal,” he said.
    â€œAre you that confident?” she asked.
    â€œHell, yeah!”
    â€œWhen are we getting together—before or after my show?”
    â€œAfter. I’ll come by your place and take you to work