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back to that magical place—rediscovering her inner awesomeness. Too bad she was so busy looking she didn’t see what was really in front of her: a condemned life with a rodent problem.
    Swallowing back panic, she looked at the money-pit in front of her and considered doing something irrational. Like setting Wilson’s car on fire. Then demanding that her parents explain how they forgot to tell her that her fiancé accidentally slipped and fell into bed with another woman, so they could call her overdramatic and somehow blame her for the failed nuptials.
    A small little whimper sounded, followed by a wet tongue laved at her ankle. Apparently Boo was panicked, too. She didn’t blame him. She had ripped him out of his plush Manhattan high-rise and forced him to drive cross-country, only to find out that home was a two-story litter box.
    But it was her two-story litter box. More important, it was eight hundred miles from Manhattan. Eight hundred miles from friends calling to say that Wilson was a jerk; that they never liked Babette; which meant they knew about Babette. Even Mr. Wang’s delivery guy had known, which made her idiot numero uno.
    Made—past tense.
    She straightened her shoulders. “You guys get takeout way out here?”
    “No, ma’am.”
    “Good,” she said, ignoring the “ma’am” and making her way down the front steps.
    Rounding the passenger-side door, she extracted the nine-iron from inside and went back up to face the window to the right of the front door, club swinging dangerously.
    “Hold up, sugar,” Brett said, snagging the club a second before impact.
    “Give it back.”
    “You’re thinking too much like a city girl.” Brett raised the nine-iron above his head, palming hers like a basketball and holding her immobile when she began jumping up to steal her makeshift house key back.
    With one last, failed attempt, she settled on slanting him a really hard look. “It would’ve gotten me in.”
    “Along with every mosquito and critter in the county.” Damn. She hadn’t thought of that. “Seems to me, you need someone to show you how things are done here in the South.”
    “Oh, and let me guess. You’re just the man to show me.”
    “All right, I’ll show you, since I hate to hear a lady beg. But my expertise doesn’t come cheap.”
    “I am not sleeping with you.”
    “Sugar, sleeping is the last thing we’d be doing.” He slid her a wink. “But seeing as I barely know you, and I’m not that kind of guy, I’ll grant you one kiss.”
    Josephina looked at the door and knew she was going to cave. Because if a kiss was the only thing standing between her and getting inside that house, then she’d pucker up and take it like a woman. She wasn’t sure what was on the other side of that door, didn’t even know what to expect, except that if she failed to get inside, this moment would mirror the last fifteen years of her life. And she was tired of failing.
    “Fine. Get me that key and I will give you a kiss guaranteed to rock your hillbilly world.”
    Big words for a woman who had rocked the world of exactly zero men in her life. Whereas Mr. McGraw was not only reported to leave members of her sex panting his name in ecstasy, he had a video with fifteen million downloads to prove it.
    Grinning, Brett reached around her, grabbed the knob of the door, twisted, and there, sitting on the entry table, dangling from a life-sized bust of Kenny Rogers, was the house key.
    “Kenny Rogers?”
    “Letty loved her some gambler,” she mumbled, staring at the key, and purposely averting her eyes from the white envelope with her name on it. “And who puts a key inside an unlocked house?”
    “Better than putting a key inside a locked house,” Brett said, walking closer, each click of his boots on the wood porch making her quiver. He deliberately invaded her space, forcing her to step backward, until she came flush with the door frame.
    “You keep forgetting, you aren’t in New York