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couches and put her arm over her eyes.
    “I know about your birthday and have your not-so-surprise party scheduled in the backroom on Wednesday at four. I was thinking of just shooting off a flare gun instead of getting you all those damn candles.” Morgan laughed.
    “Thank you for being so sensitive to my fragile state.”
    “You get no pity from me. I’m a year older than you. If you’re old, I should be someone’s grandma.”
    Michelle lifted up suddenly. “Speaking of grandmas, Sydney’s book came in the other day.”
    “Sydney’s not Jake’s grandma,” Morgan blurted out.
    Michelle’s eyes widened. “OK, still working on your Sydney issues. How’s everything else?”
    Morgan sighed. Did everyone know Sydney was her sore spot?
    “Come on.” Michelle tugged on her arm. “Let’s catch up on the gossip.”
    Morgan greeted the rest of her staff as they made their way to the office. In appreciation for all their help the last year, she’d given everyone a generous pay increase. Michelle deserved a medal for all the duties she’d taken over while Morgan was out on maternity leave. She’d also helped out with some administrative duties for Reading Builds Bridges. When Michelle had offered to help, Morgan must have hugged her for ten minutes.
    “So how’s Tyler?” Michelle murmured as she leafed through a pile of invoices on her desk.
    Morgan stumbled trying to sit in her chair. “Tyler who?” Michelle asking about Tyler was not a good thing.
    “Tyler Blake. Six foot two, gorgeous, looks just like your husband but with a hint of devil in him.”
    Morgan shot Michelle a deadly look. “Why do you want to know about Tyler?”
    “We got to know each other Super Bowl weekend.” Michelle blushed.
    Morgan shook her head frantically. “This is not happening. It’s almost incest.”
    “How so? We’re two non-related, consenting adults.”
    “Sure it is. You’re my best friend. He’s my brother in-law, who looks eerily like my husband. This is wrong on so many levels.”
    “It’s only morally wrong in Morgan’s book on strict propriety in her social circles. I think there are monks who would tell you to loosen up. I do admit Seth and Tyler look alike, but I’ve long since given up my crush on Seth since you married him. I thought it was wrong to want to spread him like jelly on a piece of toast when he was my best friend’s husband.”
    “I appreciate you releasing the raunchy hold on Seth in your mind. But that doesn’t mean you pick up the torch with the next Blake you see.”
    “Being around those men is like being around too many attractive men in a sex club. The possibilities are endless. Channing is so sweet you can eat him with a spoon. If I were five years younger, I’d get arrested just so he could be my lawyer. J.J. has the most intense eyes I’ve ever seen and is too damn sexy for his own good. He’s perfected that quiet, brooding thing. Or maybe it’s his obnoxious wife, Eden, that has him brooding. And then there’s that slice of heaven, Tyler. I bet he tastes like—”
    “Michelle, tell me you did not sleep with him?”
    “What kind of girl do you take me for?” Michelle balked.
    Morgan shot her a dirty look.
    “OK, we were flirting a bit during the game. And let me tell you, it took some work. His eyes were glued to the field. By the time we got back to the hotel from the hospital, I was too tired to be seductive.”
    “Where was I when you were surveying the land?”
    “Going into labor. You are a booty-call blocker.” Michelle stuck out her tongue.
    Morgan sighed. “What a shame.”
    “Tyler Blake is one hot piece of Texas. I wouldn’t mind getting my hands on him for a long weekend.”
    Morgan rubbed her temples. “Tyler Blake is a bad idea. He chases women like it’s a professional sport.”
    “Still, that’s one fine looking bad idea.”
    Morgan just shook her head and walked away.
    After showing everyone in a five-mile radius every picture she’d taken