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shoulder, he quickly headed over to the elevator banks hoping to catch up with Mellie.
    He was just in time to watch the doors close in his face.

Chapter Three
    “Oh my God!” Lexi screeched. “Did you get a good look at Nolan Parker? Mother Time has done him proper in all the right places.” She gave herself an in-no-way-modest pat on the back. “No need to thank me now. I’ll take all my thanks in the form of drinks at the bar later.”
    Mel felt her eyes go skyward. “Really, your modesty is commendable. Now, can you cut the screeching and press the button so the elevator can move?”
    But instead of waiting, Mel went to reach around Lex going for their sixth floor button. Before she could hit it, the doors opened again on their own. And there he was. Again. Mel was face-to-face with all six-foot-three-inches of way more than water, Nolan Parker.
    Their eyes met. And there was no way Mel could ignore the zing of attraction this time that singed her from head to toe. Well, she could ignore it at least outwardly, but inwardly her mind raced while her body went through a quick game of erogenous zone ping-pong. Mel instinctively pulled her shades down to cover her eyes. Stupid. She knew it was a poor decision in a freaking elevator, and it was already dark enough but, at the moment, it was all the protection she had.
    “You ladies going up?”
    Forget going up, all she could think about was going down, and judging by the look on Lexi’s face she seemed about ready to give voice to just that same sentiment. Mel shot her friend a “don’t you dare” look, then gave herself a mental shake. What was she doing thinking things like this? This was supposed to be a relaxing getaway weekend with old friends, or what Facebook considered friends. Not the time to let her mind or hormones get twisted in a direction she knew was a waste of time. So for now, Mr. Tall Drink of extra sweet mocha latte, Nolan Parker, could just slide that sexy little, cocky half turned-up smile of his and send it in the direction of somebody who was looking for a good old boy with eyes to get lost in.
    “Being that I don’t think they have rooms down in the basement,” Mel said, fighting to keep her voice all business, “I guess up is the only direction we are going.”
    Nolan cocked his head to the side, shaking it a bit, his smile never wavering, though his eyes held what she thought was a bit of censure. “Like I said, still the same old Mellie.”
    Mel felt her hackles start to rise at the same time Nolan put up a hand. “Sorry, I meant to say Mel.” His eyes quickly roved over her, causing her to inwardly shiver a bit in a way that was not wholly unwelcome. How long had it been since she’d had a good shiver anyway? She noticed his broad shoulders took up too much of the space, causing her and Lexi to part as he continued to give her that damned easy smile. “I like the new moniker. It suits you well. Very cosmopolitan, smooth, but there is still a hint of the tiger that used to annihilate me in every debate class.”
    “Yeah, that’s our girl. Always up for a fight. I say she needs a good spanking,” Lexi joked from Nolan’s side.
    Dear Lord, why must she speak? Like ever! Mel leaned back behind Nolan and gave Lexi a poke while shooting her dagger eyes, and even though she was wearing shades, she knew her friend and knew she felt the sting of her blade whether she ignored her or not. It was like they were in tenth grade all over again. Mel could practically feel the heat moving up her cheeks. She wouldn’t be surprised if she was sprouting a unibrow like she used to sport before she discovered the wonders of waxing.
    Unfazed, Lexi smoothly inched forward and grinned, looking dangerously like her mischievous sixteen-year-old self. Them against the Timber Blond Bimbettes, as they used to call them. With that thought, Mel bit back a laugh and for the moment didn’t regret giving into her old friend’s request of coming to the