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  He worked hard to keep his grin to himself, but it was difficult. This was a personal record for him, starting a show’s turnaround in less than two days.

  There’d been a time in his life when he’d expected perfection from himself and all those around him, when he’d worked sixteen-hour days, living and breathing his job. There’d been a time when he’d been too busy for any pleasure, such as spending time with his beloved brother.

  Well, Daniel was gone now. Too late, Mitch had learned all work was no way to live. Work had a place, yes.

  But so did fun. Unexpectedly, this job could be both, and maybe even more fun than work.

  “Five seconds!”

  He got into position next to his still-fuming cohost and smiled at her. She didn’t return it. “Ah, ah. Remember—”

  “I’ll remember!”

  “Three, two, and…” The director punched a finger at them, and off Mitch went, slowly and precisely measuring out ingredients while making sure to touch Dimi whenever possible, which kept a nice color to her cheeks and fire in her gaze.

  Perfect.

  Then it was time to pull out his baked pie from the oven. He pulled on a mitt, noticing that Dimi very intently watched everything he did with a sort of helplessly fascinated expression.

  He liked that in a way that had nothing to do with work.

  “And now…” He went to the refrigerator and took out the whipped cream, wriggling his eyebrows suggestively for the camera.

  Dimi, who’d just stuck a finger in the leftover cherry mixture, telling their audience how good it was, glanced at him and at what he was holding.

  And choked.

  Mitch took a step toward her, and she backed up.

  He smiled slowly.

  “What are you doing with that?” she demanded.

  He didn’t answer.

  She took another step back, looking every bit as ruffled and wildly sexy as he’d imagined she could.

  She could have no idea how easily she was falling into his vision for the show, because certainly if she did, she wouldn’t be nearly as cooperative, unintentionally or otherwise.

  Knowing the audience was eating this up, he sent her his naughtiest grin.

  “Mitch.”

  “Yep, that’s my name.” He thoroughly and methodically shook the can of whipped cream.

  “The whipped cream,” she said, staring at it. “What are you doing with that?”

  “What do you want to do with it?”

  She sputtered for a moment, then finally seemed to come to her senses. “It’s for the pie.”

  “Well, of course it is.” He set it on the counter. “Whatever did you think it was for? And remember, this show is G-rated.”

  She didn’t say a word, but her eyes smoldered, and he knew she was going to light into him after the show.

  In a sick way, he was looking forward to it.

  CHAPTER 4

  DIMI DIDN’T CALM down until she’d driven out of the studio and past the small downtown area of Truckee, winding her way around Donner Lake toward her town house. Just the sight of the pristine blue water, dotted with whitecaps from the early evening wind, went a long way toward cooling the steam coming out of her ears.

  Her small building was right on the water, converted from a century-old hotel the rich and famous had frequented in the early 1900s.

  Normally, she’d hit Cami’s town house first, raiding it for food or maybe some new makeup. Any excuse not to go home and be alone. She didn’t do alone very well, which is why she’d lived with Cami until they’d decided they’d gotten too dependent on each other. That’s when Dimi had bought a place down the path, and then proceeded to spend all her time at Cami’s, anyway.

  Some independence.

  But last month Cami had gone and done the unthinkable. She’d fallen in love. And now her twin believed love was for everyone. She’d been on Dimi’s case to try it.

  But Dimi had been trying to do just that for so long it left a bad taste in her mouth. She was no longer interested.

  Mostly not, anyway.

  Since Cami and Tanner were no doubt right this minute displaying some disgusting amount of affection for each other, she skipped Cami’s place entirely and headed toward her own. She opened her door, kicked off her shoes because her feet were killing her from the stupid heels and wished she’d remembered to go food shopping.

  Standing in front of the kitchen window, she stared at the lake, letting out a long, shaky breath, realizing she was still wound up tighter than a drum.

  Mitch’s fault, of course.

  She’d weathered the belly button flash fairly well. And then the sashaying across the set for the sake of any potential male viewers. Not to mention the legions of phone calls begging for more Mitch.

  But the whipped cream. He’d really gotten her with the whipped cream.

  It was his face, she decided. Those piercing eyes that saw everything, his sexy mouth. And that heart-stopping grin. He’d shot it at her while holding that can of cream, and her mind had just…shut down.

  Sensory overload.

  And he’d known it, damn him. He’d known it and it had amused him.

  She flipped on the light, determined to figure out some sort of dinner that would include one food group and one food group only—major fat grams.

  Brownie poked her head out.

  “Hungry?” Dimi poured some pellets into the hamster’s bowl. “Here you go.”

  Brownie sniffed at them, then looked at her.

  “I didn’t steal any potato chips from Cami today, sorry.”

  Brownie seemed to sigh, then waddled into her little wooden hut.

  “Hey, the guy at the pet store promised me you’d like those.”

  There came a rustling from within the hut, but no Brownie.

  “I can take you back, you know.”

  “Oh, nice, threatening a helpless little hamster.” Cami shook her head and came into the room.

  Dimi decided not to yell at her sister for scaring her to death, because one, Dimi always entered Cami’s place uninvited, and two, Cami was holding up a bag of barbecue potato chips. “Thank God” was all Dimi said. She took two sodas out of the refrigerator and grabbed a bowl from the cupboard.

  They poured the entire bag into it and took a seat—on the floor.

  “You ever going to buy furniture?” Cami wondered around a mouthful.

  Too busy eating, Dimi lifted a shoulder.

  “Pretty sad state of affairs. A chef with an empty kitchen. You should really let me decorate.” Cami licked the salt off her fingers one at a time. “It’s ridiculous, you making all that money and not having anyplace to sit.”

  “You know I don’t make all that much money. And anyway, I might be fired soon.”

  “No way.” Cami’s eyes gleamed speculatively. “Enjoyed the show today, by the way. Mitchell Knight is one hot guy, you know.”

  “What does Tanner think of you drooling over another man?”

  “He’s not threatened.” Cami grinned. “I make sure of it.” Then her expression went serious.

  Uh-oh, thought Dimi.

  “About Mitch,” Cami started.

  “No.”

  “You have no idea what I was about to say.”

  “Doesn’t matter. The answer is still no.”

  “You’re the one who gave me the love lecture only a few weeks ago,” Cami said, exasperated. “‘Give Tanner a fair shot, Cami,’” she mimicked. “Then you started in on how I always sabotage all my relationships to make sure I never fell in love. You said I was using Dad’s seven marriages and Mom’s control freakness to destroy my chance at happiness.”

  “Yeah, well, that was you,” Dimi said, shoving some more potato chips into her mouth.

  “It was me, and it worked.” Cami’s eyes glowed softly. “I fell in love, and it’s wonderful.”

  “Love isn’t for everyone.”

  “Okay, forget the wedded bliss, just go for sexual bliss.”

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