crystal chandeliers. She loved this
place—loved what she’d accomplished in making it a reality, and then managing
to keep it alive. For a while anyway. She couldn’t give up on it, could she?
Not if there was even a chance she could save it?
Cathy’s
timid voice interrupted her thoughts. “I know this sounds kind of crazy, but
maybe you could actually help some women, Jamie. There are lots of single girls
out there who might actually benefit from your advice.”
Jamie
sighed. She didn’t actually believe she had the secret to attracting men, but
would it really harm anyone to pretend she did? Could she turn her back on this
opportunity if there was even the slightest chance she might be able to save
her dream? She didn’t think she could live with that.
“Okay,”
she said, quietly. “I’ll give it a try.”
Moments
later Clay and Cathy were both hugging her. “This is going to be so great,”
Clay said, giving Jamie’s ribs an extra tight squeeze. “Hey, maybe you’ll
actually meet your own true love. Or at least get some hot and slippery loving
from a local stud-muffin. You’ve been off the market so long I was starting to
get worried about you growing cobwebs on your lady parts.”
Jamie
laughed and gently disentangled herself. “No danger of that, but this is purely
an experiment—a publicity stunt. The True Love and Happily Ever After thing is
not an option and never will be.” As she said this, the image of a certain
muscular blond wanna-be surfer came to mind, but she ignored it.
As
far as she was concerned true love was for dreamers like her sister. But romance,
well, that was something Jamie could really get into. She felt a burst of
adrenaline at the idea of getting out there and pursuing this new
challenge—something she had control over and had been successful with in the
past was exactly what her poor deprived ego needed. As an added bonus, it would
also give her something to focus on other than her own uncertain future.
Now
if she could just come up with some fun but practical advice for the
romantically challenged she’d be on her way to becoming a Love Guru. Hopefully
the attention from her new venture would prevent Hidden Treasures from becoming
buried under a mountain of debt. She only hoped there were desperate singles
out there who were interested in what she had to say. Otherwise, she'd lose her
store and what little dignity she'd gained since retiring her pasties and G-strings.
And that was something she just wasn’t ready to lose.
Chapter Two
Kevin
Hall was trapped. Usually waking up in a strange woman’s bed was exactly how he
liked to start his day, but this time he felt like he’d fallen into a pit of
quicksand. He would gladly give up beer, hockey, and his entire comic book
collection to be anywhere else on the planet right then.
The
woman lying on his arm wasn’t unattractive, crazy or even married, but she
might as well have been all three. Gently, he tried to ease his arm out from
under her sleeping form, but it was no use. She wasn’t budging, and the only
thing that would make this situation worse would be if she woke up—then he’d really
have to face the reality of his impaired judgment.
He
settled back on the pillows for a moment and his poor head spun with vague
memories from the night before. He had no idea how he’d ended up here. He
didn’t even like this woman—in fact; he’d known her since high school and had
avoided her like the Ebola virus whenever possible. How the hell had he ended
up in her bed?
She’d
bought him a drink—that’s how it had started. He’d wanted to refuse, but good
manners had won out and he’d accepted the shooter of Tequila she’d placed
before him. It would have been churlish to refuse her. At least that’s what
he’d told himself at the time. Several drinks later he’d found himself dancing
with her. Well, he’d mostly just stood there watching her dance—the sway of her
hips, directness of her gaze, and