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was four sheets to the wind. Come morning, she’d hate him more than herself. Nope, not worth it.
    “Come on, darling, let’s get you inside where you’ll be more comfortable in your bed instead of this hard bench seat.”
    “Mmm, join me?”
    “What?” Holy cripes, she was toasted. “Come on, you, slide on over here, and your good friend Dave will get you safely inside.”
    With his help she scooted to the edge of the seat and slipped out of the cab of the truck, falling smack against his chest with her soft boobs. What a great time for him to decide to play the friend role.
    “David, I don’t think I can.”
    “Can what?”
    “Walk. My feet don’t seem to listen to my brain.”
    Someone have mercy and shoot him now. Dave reached down, slipped an arm behind her knees, and swung her up. She didn’t fight him as he expected; instead, she rested her head against his shoulder and let out a deep sigh. Out of all the women he’d known, and yeah, there’d been a few, this was the one that would be his undoing. His best friend’s fiancé’s best friend.
    In order to open the front door, he had to let her down. Keeping one arm around her waist so she didn’t stumble backward off the front steps, he unlocked the door and pushed it open. He planned to sweep her back up, carry her to the couch. Tawny had other ideas in mind as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed against him. From chest to thighs he could feel every soft, tantalizing inch of her.
    “Keep it up, I’m going to forget I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”
    “Maybe you should forget.”
    He walked her backward into the living room. Even though they’d known each other for months, this was the first time he’d been in her place. The room was done in muted shades of blue and gray, with bright bursts of color throughout. He kept backing her up until her legs met with the overstuffed couch. Gently he pushed her toward it.
    “Darling, as much as I’d love to forget and take you up on the invitation your pouty lips are making, you’d hate both of us tomorrow.” He dropped a quick kiss on her forehead and backed away. “Ask me when you’re sober.”

Chapter Three
    T hree long weeks after losing her job, the light at the end of the tunnel shined brightly down on Tawny. Sitting in the plush reception area of NE Event Solutions, she waited to be called in for a job interview. Too bad she had company. Also waiting to be interviewed was a guy named Brad. Good-looking in a metro sort of way: slicked-back hair, chic clothing, buffed nails, dazzling smile. Tawny was willing to bet the guy waxed more than any woman she knew.
    While Tawny mentally reviewed her resume and potential answers to the interviewer’s questions, Brad and the receptionist, Stacy, chatted. They started out discussing recent movies they’d both seen or wanted to see. Tawny hadn’t seen any of them. From there, the discussion switched to favorite bands and which concerts they’d caught that year. Tawny hadn’t attended any of those either. Since it was summer, no discussion could be complete—at least not in New England—without mention of the Red Sox. Tawny didn’t follow baseball.
    She glanced at her watch. Forty-five minutes passed. Brad should have been in, out, and a distant memory by now. Maybe the person behind the double doors had already snagged the position. Anxiety clenched at her stomach. If she didn’t land a job soon, she’d either end up living at her parents’ or in her Mini Cooper. In the last three weeks there had been zero offers and zero job interviews, and her bank account was getting closer to zero.
    “Brad, you’d be such a good fit here at NEES. Our customers would absolutely love you,” the receptionist purred.
    Stacy cast a furtive glance in Tawny’s direction as she took a quick call before informing them it should only be a few more minutes. “Brad’s appointment is first, Ms. Torres. If you’d rather not wait, I can reschedule