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the ultimate perfect male, but startling, nonetheless. The warm, amused sparkle in Michael’s brown eyes was definitely exactly the same as it had been when he was a little boy. Jan nodded quickly. “Oh yes. I remember you.”
    The last time Jan had seen Michael, she’d been seven or eight years old. And naked. It was laundry day and she had just put all her clothes in the washer, including the ones she had been wearing. She walked back into her bedroom carrying her laundry basket and encountered ten-year-old Michael sitting on her bed, grinning at her. She’d thrown down the basket and run screaming from the room back to the basement. She had hoped she would never see him again. Fortunately, she and her mom had moved not long afterward, and it hadn’t been too difficult to avoid the creepy kid next door.
    Michael smirked and bestowed upon her the exact same sly grin she remembered from years ago, except that one of his front teeth now had a small chip in the corner. At least he wasn’t totally physically perfect. With a discerning leer, he said, “It’s been a while. You’ve filled out.”
    Jan looked down at her dress. Most of the top half of her body was still exposed. She yanked a shard of floral fabric across her breast, trying to cover up the pink lacy bra that Michael seemed to be studying intently. “Yes, it has been a while and apparently you are still rude. But not as rude as your dog.”
    Michael stood up and offered her his hand. To take it, Jan had to let go of the front of her dress, so the shredded piece of fabric flopped down listlessly to her waist. As she struggled to her feet, she looked up at him and was greeted with the same irritating leering look again.
    Snatching her hand away from his, she grabbed her dress. Through clenched teeth, she said, “Thank you. I don’t suppose you happen to have an extra dress handy, do you?”
    Michael ran his fingers through his wavy brown hair. “I’m fresh out of dresses. Although I do have my jacket in my car. That might keep you from causing a scandal at the wedding. Could your mom lend you something? I really need to find my dog. I’m sorry she knocked you down, but my dad is going to kill me if my dog isn’t there to do her routine.”
    Gripping the front of her dress more tightly, she locked her gaze with his. “That horrible, unruly animal is doing a ‘routine’ in the wedding? You have got to be kidding me.” Why did good-looking men always have such amazing eyelashes? It was unfair. Particularly since at this point her mascara was probably on her chin by now.
    With a smile he said, “Swoosie is a great dog. She’s actually really easy to train, because she loves food.”
    Jan drew her brows together. “Swoosie? You have a dog named Swoosie?”
    “Yeah, like the actress. Swoosie Kurtz.”
    “Oh yes, I think she was in Dangerous Liaisons , wasn’t she?”
    “I guess. I know her from TV. She’s the kind of bitchy sister on that show Sisters . It reminded me of my dog. Independent. Kind of obnoxious. Swoosie is a Samoyed. They’re like that.”
    “I’ve read about that breed. They were originally bred by the nomadic Samoyede tribes in Northeastern Siberia. But I definitely agree with the obnoxious part.”
    Michael shrugged and then turned his head to look around him. “I don’t know about Siberia, but I’ll buy into the nomadic thing. I’ve got to find her. We can go back to my car and get my jacket. Then maybe you can help me look for her.”
    Jan frowned. “I have a big problem with my dress, in case you haven’t noticed. And my hair is a disaster. I can’t go running around looking for your dog. But I’ll take your jacket.”
    Michael turned and began walking back across the grass, “Fine. Let’s go then.”
    Jan stumbled to follow him, tugging on her dress. This was shaping up to be a very long day.

    After collecting the coat from the car, Jan and Michael headed across the lawn back toward the tent. Jan was still hauling