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behind her.
    Hayley was perfect. Tall, long legs, flat stomach, thin waist, not a single ounce of fat. Even though she wasn’t the ice skating prodigy she had been when younger, he knew she still liked to skate for at least a few hours each week. And he knew she’d practiced Pilates for many years now, and that provided for her lean, firm muscles. She had perfect breasts and hips. Her hair fell like a dark golden cascade down her back and her emerald eyes shone each time she smiled—and she had an amazing smile. All her photos were gorgeous. He had gone to two or three of her shows, and she looked great on the runway. How could Hayley not be the most successful model out there?
    If only she had more exposure.

 
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Hayley tried not to freak out as she paced. She had already taken a quick shower, brushed her teeth, combed her hair and pulled it up on a ponytail, and put on jeans and a large long-sleeved tee. She knew Dylan and the dirty thoughts in his mind. They were friends, but he was a playboy and she knew she was a cute girl—she was a model, wasn’t she? He wouldn’t waste an opportunity to stare at her body. So no tight clothes or short skirts or low cleavage while around him.
    Dylan would drive her crazy one of these days.
    And she had been hiding from the temptation for over thirty minutes. What if he got bored and left? She didn’t want him to leave, not yet. Despite her doubts, she liked his company, liked talking to him.
    After one last look at the mirror to make sure she looked okay, but not too okay, she left her bedroom.
    Dylan sat at one of the stools at the kitchen’s island, a sketchpad and a pencil in his hands, focused on whatever he was drawing.
    He glanced up at her and smiled. “Hope you don’t mind.” He gestured toward the sketchpad and pencil. “I found them on the counter.”
    “I don’t mind.” She walked into the kitchen. “We leave it here to jot down anything we need to buy for the house.” He nodded and went back to drawing. “What do you want to eat?”
    “Not sure,” he answered, his eyes on the sketchpad. “Nothing too heavy, I think.”
    She smiled. “Too many drinks last night?”
    Dylan snickered, winking at her before returning to the sketchpad. “You could say that.”
    “All right. How about yogurt, juice, and toast? And apples?”
    “Damn, Hay, how can you eat so…” he faked a cringe, “healthy?”
    She grabbed food from the fridge and put it in front of him. “That’s what I have. If you don’t want it, don’t eat.” Then she turned to the toaster.
    “Fine. But I’ll skip the yogurt. And the apple.”
    Hayley laughed as she loaded the toaster. If only life was always this easy, this uncomplicated. While waiting, she leaned on the counter opposite the island, crossed her arms and spat out, “I’m thinking about quitting.”
    The pencil fell from Dylan’s hand, and his wide blue eyes met hers. “What? Why?”
    “Isn’t it obvious? I’ve tried this for almost five years. It’s not working. I can’t even get into an agency. All I do is freelance. And it’s getting harder.” Unable to stand his gaze on her, she stared at the floor. “I’m not fit for it. I should quit and find another job.”
    “Like what?”
    “I don’t know.” She grabbed the toast from the toaster and put it in front of Dylan, then put two more slices in for herself. “I could work as waitress somewhere for a while. Or in retail. Then try to get into college.”
    “You’re kidding, right?”
    “Not really. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time.”
    After finishing one piece of toast, he picked up the pencil. “And give up on the thing you like the most?”
    She sat on the stool across the island. “It’s not like I have many options, is it? I can’t keep doing this and starve to death.”
    “It can’t be that bad.” He went back to drawing. And it was irritating. He was talking to her but not looking at her? Just