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involve one tall, dark and sexy Irish architect with a killer smile and eyes that made her yearn for something completely out of her reach?
    Turning over, she sank back into an exhausted and dreamless slumber.
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    â€œW AKE UP , Nicole, you’re scaring me.”
    Nicole snuggled more deeply beneath her covers. “Go away, Mom, I don’t have school today.”
    â€œI had better not look anything like a woman old enough to be your mother.”
    Nicole jerked her eyes open, heart pounding. Okay, good, she was home. The sun was shining again, how annoying.
    And Taylor sat on her bed, looking as stunningly beautiful and elegant as ever.
    With a groan, Nicole shut her eyes again. “I didn’t help you with the engagement party plans, right?”
    â€œNo, but I forgive you because you’re going to reschedule. I brought you breakfast.”
    Nicole smelled something delicious. She cracked open an eye and saw a tray filled with mouthwatering food.
    â€œI should tell you—as if you couldn’t guess—I didn’t cook this. Suzanne’s catering a big brunch this morning and made this up for us. You frightened the hell out of me, not answering your door. You nevereven heard me calling for you like a banshee, and we all know I don’t like to sound like a banshee. Who sleeps like that?”
    Nicole blinked. “Well…”
    â€œYou’ve overworked yourself again, haven’t you? Nicole, honey, that’s just plain bad for you.”
    Nicole closed her eyes, rendered stupid by this display of concern. Maybe if she was really still, Taylor would vanish. A figment of her imagination.
    â€œNot much of a morning person,” came an amused male voice from the other side of the room.
    If Nicole had thought her heart had raced at the sight of Taylor in her bedroom, it went off the scale now. Even after their very brief encounter, she recognized that slightly Irish voice, she recognized it immediately. And if it brought a series of shivers down her spine that she couldn’t attribute to a morning chill, she could shove the reaction aside in favor of temper. “What the hell—”
    â€œNow before you get all pissy at me…” Taylor put a hand over Nicole’s chest, pushing her back. “Let me explain.”
    Nicole could take Taylor down any day of the week. Her workouts, when she could fit them in, guaranteed that.
    The only exercise Taylor ever did was lifting and setting down her hairbrush. Oh, and her lipstick.
    No, what held Nicole back from wrapping her fingers around Taylor’s neck was one tiny little detail.
    She slept in the nude.
    Which meant that in order to kick Taylor’s ass, she’d have to get out of bed.
    Naked.
    â€œWhy is he in here?” she settled for asking between her teeth while clutching the sheet to her chest.
    From his perch holding up her wall, Ty’s gaze zoomed in on her—a very blue gaze that was lit with amusement, curiosity and plenty more—and for just a flash in time, she lost her train of thought.
    Taylor craned her neck and looked up at the tall, dark, ridiculously gorgeous man. “You’ve met?”
    â€œYou could say that,” Nicole said.
    â€œOh, good, because I’m thinking of hiring him to fix up the building, which apparently is about to fall off its axis. Not,” she added quickly, “that you need to worry about it, I’m getting it all fixed pronto.”
    â€œTaylor.” Nicole rubbed her temples. “The point. Get to the point. Why is he here? Specifically, in my bedroom.”
    â€œWell, I was standing there in the hallway yelling for you, and beginning to freak out when you didn’t answer, when he offered to break in since I didn’t have my keys on me. He’s not only an excellent architect, he’s quite the handyman.”
    â€œLet me guess,” Nicole said dryly, watching Tysmile at her from behind Taylor’s back.