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Cheri.
    “C’mon, pick up, Cher…”
    She needed to speak to someone she could trust.
    “Mm…hello?” a sleepy voice finally answered on the other side.
    “Cheri, it’s me – Kaitlin.”
    A long pause followed by an elongated yawn floated through the phone. “No shit, Kitty. I have caller I.D. It’s the 21 st century. Anyways, who else would I pick up for at eight in the morning?”
    “Right. Sorry,” Kaitlin mumbled.
    “So what’s up? I worked a double yesterday, so this better be something good. How did it go last night? I want details.”
    “Blerg…yeah. No. Not good. In fact, a total shit-show.”
    That woke Cheri up, and Kaitlin could hear her friend’s mattress springs squealing as she bolted upright. “Crap, what happened? No action from Dr. Studmuffin? I find that hard to believe after seeing how sexy you looked in that bustier.”
    “Oh, I got some action,” Kaitlin murmured miserably. “But not from Dr. Studmuffin.”
    She paused to think of how to say it, but couldn’t pull the trigger. It was just too humiliating for words.
    Cheri finally deadpanned, “You’re killing me, kiddo. I’m literally dying here.”
    Kaitlin took a breath for courage and let the words bubble from her lips in a rush. “I seduced the wrong brother.”
    A moment of silence lingered on the line for what felt like an eternity before laughter roared through the receiver.
    “You--” Cheri struggled to catch her breath, “you slept with Michael Blade? You can’t stand Michael Blade, remember?”
    “I didn’t sleep with him.” Kaitlin was beginning to lose her patience. “And it’s not funny. I was mortified. I mean, how could I be so stupid?”
    Being true blue like she was, Cheri stopped laughing and flipped into bestie mode.
    “Hey, it’s going to be okay. Throw on a pot of coffee and get dressed. I’m coming over and I don’t want to show up to a mopey mess wearing sweatpants and weeping into a tub of cookie dough.”
    Kaitlin reluctantly agreed and hung up the phone. She slid into a pair of jeans and threw on a light green blouse.
    In the kitchen, she dumped the last of her coffee grounds into the basket of the coffeemaker and flipped it on. Even though the strong Colombian brew filled the house with an aroma that could wake someone from the deepest of slumbers, she swore she could still catch the faint scent of skin that haunted her dreams last night.
    The thought of him triggered another dreadful realization – she had to go back over there . Technically, she was still getting paid to work for them, even if it was just enough to cover her own cost for materials.
    Who could’ve known a month ago when Rick had asked her to help with the rehab of their gran’s house that something like this would happen? She’d loved Honey and had been broken up when she’d passed away last year. Now that the Blade brothers had finally decided to sell their childhood home, it seemed like a fitting gift to sweet Honey to help her beloved boys get the house back in shape. Now though?
    She wished like hell she’d never even come back to Weston.
    Stirring sugar into a cup of coffee, she wondered if Mike was just as distraught as she was.
    Highly unlikely. His cocky ass was probably laughing it up at her expense.
    “Kill me now,” she muttered and slumped forward to rest her head on the cool, walnut cabinet.
    She was still in that same position when Cheri sailed in a few minutes later, a bouquet of flowers in tow.
    “Awww. Thanks, Cher,” Kaitlin said, wrapping her arms around her friend for a quick hug before taking the sunflowers from her.
    Cheri nodded and yawned. “Yeah, yeah, no problem. Now where’s the coffee? This is wayyyy too early for me.”
    Kait made her friend a mug of joe and the childhood friends sat across from each other in Kaitlin’s mom’s tiny breakfast nook, two steaming cups creating a haze between them. Kaitlin braced for the inevitable barrage of questions that she knew was coming.
    “So