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It’s good to see you.”
    He leaned in and kissed her cheek and the warmth of that simple gesture set her girl parts screaming. Harper really needed them to shut the hell up, too, because she didn’t think she could get away with having sex with him in public a second time.
    Even if the first time was amazing.
    “How have you been, Harper?”
    “Good. What brings you here?”
    “Ah, Jason asked me. Said his clients might enjoy having me here.”
    She had to keep it professional, but how was she supposed to do that when he was looking at her like that? “I’m sure they will.”
    “What about you?” His voice was like black velvet—soft and dark and sexy.
    “Me what?”
    “Are you happy to see me, Ms. Poole?”
    “Uh, I . . .”
    “You’ve avoided me pretty well over the past year.”
    Looking down at her clipboard, she didn’t know what to say to him. “Kevin, I have work to do. Maybe we can chat another time.”
    “Another time?” He was pissed. She could see it on his face.
    “Yes. I am working, and that boss of mine can be
so
difficult.” The last part was said just for Jason, who was coming up behind Kevin.
    “She’s right, I’m a slave driver. How’s everything going over here? Has everyone arrived?”
    “Everyone but your starlet. Did you have to invite her?”
    Kevin’s ears picked up. “Who did you ask?”
    “Kari Martin.”
    Kari Martin was the hottest thing in movies right now. She’d been landing plum roles and getting a lot of attention. And if she wasn’t getting enough attention for her acting, she was getting it for her barely there dresses and her questionable taste in men.
    That moment is when Kari decided to make her grand entrance. She didn’t disappoint. Her dress was so short and so low-cut, Harper, who was far from a prude, wondered how she was going to stay in the scrap of fabric.
    She flew into the room with a half-drunk glass of champagne, dramatic makeup, and her red-gold hair styled in a short pixie cut. There was nothing subtle about the woman, and her loud Southern twang filled the room. Everyone knew when Kari Martin had arrived.
    “She sure makes an entrance,” Kevin said.
    Jason nodded. “Come on, I’ll introduce you.”
    Kevin grinned at Harper and then without hesitating followed Jason toward the actress, who looked to be sizing up all the bankbooks in the room. Granted, she was successful in her own right, but Kari was just the kind of woman to go for a trophy husband. Someone so rich she’d never have to think about money again. She could do every obscure indie film and suck at it, and still be living high and easy forever.
    Harper couldn’t stand women like her. Her own mother was all about men. God knows she’d sacrificed Harper for the last man she married. And that was why Harper would never do the same thing.
    After moving through the different groups of people, making sure they all had drinks and were enjoying the hors d’oeuvres, Harper decided to put down her clipboard and relax for a few minutes.
    Meg was at the bar, ready to order her second glass of wine in twenty minutes, when Harper stepped up next to her. “Really?” she said before turning to the bartender. “Mrs. Campbell will have a Pellegrino with lime.”
    “Dammit,” Meg said. “No more, huh?”
    “You have to be careful. You don’t want to be the drunk wife, do you?”
    Meg shook her head, happy for the intervention. “They’re just so boring.” Jason’s wife was anything but boring. She had more personality than most of the people in the room, combined. She always said keeping twenty kindergarteners interested in what she had to say required her to be more outgoing than a normal person, and Meg didn’t disappoint. When she tipped her head toward her brother and Kari, she didn’t seem happy. “What’s going on?”
    “He’s being a jerk,” Harper said. “They deserve each other.”
    Meg cocked an eyebrow silently questioning the term. Harper tamped down the