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down there—were seriously girded. No way would she traipse the yellow brick road with yet another guy whose only significant credentials had been earned in the bedroom.
    "I can't believe he's in Waveside." Tracy's brown eyes widened in delayed shock. "And I actually spoke to him when I set up the appointment." She looked as if she were going to faint, but rallied to shoot Ginger a steely look. "And you say you blew it?"
    "So the man says." She was mad all over again. "But I say, maybe not." She rose from the table, put her dishes in the sink, and leaned her backside against the counter. "I muscled myself into one more appointment." She set her mouth into a straight line. "I told him I'd be back in two days. And when I walk into his office, I intend to blow him out of his Nikes."
    Tracy's expression turned hopeful. "You're going shopping?"
    "No." Ginger would get the account, but she'd get it her way. She pulled up her mental socks. An Amazon in beige. That's what she was. All business. All the time. Besides, she didn't want to go to bed with Cal Beaumann... her thoughts slid off the rails. There were those rumpled sheets again... She shook them flat. She wanted the Cinema Neo account—period. She didn't need flash and style for that; all she needed was her brains and her talent.
    And maybe one other thing...
    The hope in Tracy's eyes faded. "But you've got some terrific ideas, right?"
    Ginger's bravado withered to pickle size. "Not a one."
    * * *
    When Hudson Blaine walked into Cal's office, the two men did the male hug thing, quick embrace, manly slap on the back. "Good to see you, Hud," Cal said. "It's been too long."
    "Over a year." Hudson dropped his case and took the chair he was offered, stretched his legs in front of him.
    "I could have come to L.A."
    "I figured I should get a firsthand look at what you're trying to do up here. Makes the job easier."
    Cal settled into his chair. "So how's the PR business treating you these days?" He surveyed his friend, lifted a brow, and grinned. "Judging from the Armani on your back, I'm guessing pretty well."
    "You'd guess right."
    "Better than repping a reluctant soap actor, huh?"
    Hudson laughed. "Much. And I don't have to use a cattle prod and bullwhip to get the guy to sign a contract most actors would kill for."
    "It wasn't for me."
    "Yeah, I know. But we had some good times."
    "The best."
    "The best food, the best wine, the best women."
    "Amen." Cal lifted his coffee cup, didn't have the heart to tell his friend he didn't miss any of it. Okay, maybe he did miss the women, but there were plenty of those, and plenty of ready sex, if a man went looking. Which he hadn't. He'd been doing the monk thing too damn long. Obviously a big mistake, given he hadn't stopped thinking about sex since Ginger Cameron walked out of his office two days ago. Hell, the woman looked so damn tight-assed and proper, you'd think she was a virgin. Could she be? He couldn't buy it. Inexperienced? Maybe. His mind shot to a pristine bed, smooth white sheets, Ginger, knees glued together, arms covering her breasts, giving him a sultry I-dare-you smile. Hell, he was getting hard just thinking about spreading those knees, running a hand up to—
    "Ian here?" Hud asked.
    The question snapped his attention back to business. He shifted in his chair. "No, he's in Chicago tickling his pork bellies." Ian was Cal's brother. It was his money funding the business. Cal owed him. Big time.
    Hudson grinned. "Still the deal maker, huh?"
    "Yup. Still at it." And still dogging my every step. Owing Ian came with a price. In exchange for his cash, he'd taken the majority share position and would hold it until Cinema Neo was doing well enough that Cal could buy him out. Cal intended to make that as soon as possible.
    "You've managed this far without my big-city rates, Cal. Why now? No local talent?"
    Cal had a fleeting image of a woman in tent fabric. Slim ankles. Soft, soft skin. "Not good enough." He put his coffee aside