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between me and the bar. “Lis. We’re leaving.”
    Grabbing my hand, she brought me through the crowd to her side. “Gentlemen, this is my friend, Jenna. She’s a world famous writer.”
    The men all made the polite-humor-the-friend noises, their eyes never straying from Lisbeth.
    I leaned in, desperate to get out of there and trade her for my notebook. Mocking Guy was hot, funny (at my expense) and intelligent. She wouldn’t mind meeting him. I mean, who would?
    “Lisbeth, seriously. We have to go. That guy took my notebook and he’ll give it back if we go hang out with him and his friend.” I struggled not to roll my eyes. “He wants to meet you. He committed theft to do it.”
    Lisbeth had a serious bad boy addiction and the idea of someone stealing to meet her had her eyes lighting up like a night game at Fenway. My stomach turned over. She was going to like him. She’d seen me talking to him and was already running her flirt-calculations behind those lit-up eyes.
    Lisbeth nudged bald-bouncer guy on the way out and we slipped past the line.
    “So?” She pulled out a tiny mirror and did a quadrant-by-quadrant check of her hair and make-up.
    “So what?” I watched the door to make sure he hadn’t convinced me to leave and then left me trapped outside without my notebook. I glanced at Lisbeth.
    He’d show.
    “So, this guy. He’s obviously hot.” Lisbeth grinned. “I noticed him sliding glances over the bar at me. Hopefully he’s worth more than just getting your notebook back. I’d hate for you to go home without your security blanket.”
    Sometimes I hated her. It was bad enough she got the guy without even talking to him, but referring to the handy-dandy as a security blanket – well, that was about the end of the night for me.
    Sucking in a breath, I did the dance. The one we did every time we went anywhere. Only, I didn’t typically feel nauseous as I did it.
    “Well, you can see he’s hot. He seems smart. He has a sense of humor if you count laughing at me.” I ran through our conversation. “Strong. He picked me up with one arm around my waist. Arrogant. He kept thinking if he said something, it must be so. Like buying me a drink and calling me Sunshine as if I’m five or something.”
    “What does he do?” she asked, shrugging her shoulders so the sackcloth-dress casually fell off one. Dear God, how did she do that?
    “For work?” Or for fun? Because that would apparently be torture me. “I don’t know.”
    “Does he live in town?”
    Had we discussed that? “I’m not sure where he lives.”
    “Well, what’s his name at least?”
    My gaze flashed back to the door, hoping he’d just walk out and answer the questions for himself. “Mocking Guy. But you can call him Mock.”
    Lisbeth raised her eyes and studied me. Her words came out slowly, as if she were talking to a very small child. “You don’t know his name? You dragged me out here to meet a guy and you don’t know all the important stuff?”
    “I told you, he’s smart, funny and relatively nice.”
    “Jenna,” she sighed my name. “You know better than that. You’ve never let a guy through without checking his stats for me before.”
    And there it was, laid out in vivid HD. The basis of our friendship. I was her gatekeeper. If Mr. Guy hadn’t had my notebook, I would have walked away right then.
    Lucky for me, Mocking Guy and Adonis chose that moment to exit the bar or I may have said something to kill my chance for handy-dandy retrieval. Even with them nearing I was weighing the odds of being able to re-create the plot points I’d outlined in the notebook.
    Mr. Guy’s gaze flowed over Lisbeth. I imagined him taking in every inch of well-honed girliness only emphasized by my plain waitress-looking self. His gaze turned my direction. His lips did that side-quirky smirk thing and my stomach dropped like coming over the top of a roller coaster.
    This guy was too hot, too interested in Lisbeth and too likely to