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  Nicole wished she’d taken a double shift. “You didn’t have to do that.”

  “Yes, I did. You’d have never gone to the store with me to try them on, and I know damn well you don’t have a single dress worth a damn in your closet.”

  “Nicole, is that you?” Suzanne stuck her head out Taylor’s door and grinned, her red hair piled on top of her head, her gorgeous lush body zipped into some shimmery black cocktail dress that made her look like a sex goddess. “What do you think?” She spread out her arms and turned in a slow circle. “Is Ryan going to like this?”

  Having rarely seen Suzanne in anything other than her usual catering uniform of black bottoms and a white blouse, or her gauzy sundresses, Nicole shook her head in amazement. “Are you kidding? He’s going to attack you on the spot. I’m attracted to you wearing that.”

  Suzanne laughed and pulled Nicole inside. “This is so much fun. Now for you…”

  Rule number one, never let them take you inside.

  “This is going to be good.” Taylor rubbed her hands together and looked Nicole up and down. “Strip.”

  Nicole merely laughed at the command, but Taylor just crossed her arms and waited expectantly. Nicole’s smile dissolved. “No. No way.”

  “Yes, way.”

  “Hey, stop that.” Nicole held on to her shirt as Taylor tugged at it. “Get your paws off me.”

  “I got the perfect dress. Don’t worry, it was on terrific sale at a discount outlet, since I know how cheap you are.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “You live here, don’t you? The dress is emerald green, sparkly and designed to drive men wild.” She held up a shimmery piece of material that was far too small to possibly be a dress. “It’ll show off your great body, though you’re going to need a hell of a push-up bra.”

  “Gee, thanks.” Nicole pulled off her shirt.

  “You ought to think about buying a set of boobs,” Taylor said, making Suzanne choke on her soda.

  Nicole glared at Suzanne, who pressed her lips together and wisely refrained from so much as smiling.

  “Hey,” Taylor said, lifting her hands. “Just thinking out loud here.”

  “Why in the world would I want to do such a stupid thing as buy a set of breasts?” Nicole asked. “To catch a man? I don’t want a man.”

  Taylor lifted a brow. “If you tell me you’re interested in women—”

  “I’m not a lesbian, you idiot.” Nicole stepped out of her pants. “I’m just happy being alone, that’s all.”

  “Yeah.” For a moment Taylor looked inexplicably…sad. Because that was so unusual, Nicole almost asked her about it, but Taylor held out the green material. “Luckily, as I’ve always said, you don’t have to be celibate to be single.”

  “Who said I was?” Nicole looked at the dress in her hands, and realized she had no idea how to get into it.

  “So you’re telling me you’re getting some?” Taylor snatched back the dress, straightened it out and slipped it over Nicole’s head. “You’re too uptight and grumpy to be getting any. Unless you’re giving him his and not getting yours.”

  Nicole pulled her face free. “What?”

  Suzanne cleared her throat. “I think she means maybe you’re giving him orgasms but he’s not giving them to you in return.”

  Nicole divided a glance between the two woman, each watching her with such pity in their eyes, she had to laugh. “You’re both nuts.” She yanked the dress down her hips and quickly ran out of material.

  “I see Ty looking at you,” Taylor said casually, tapping a well-manicured nail on her perfectly painted lips.

  Nicole pretended not to hear that.

  “Ty?” Suzanne fussed with the straps of the dress at Nicole’s shoulder. “Who’s Ty?”

  “My architect,” Taylor said. “Remember? I told you about him. But since you were kissing Ryan at the time, you might have missed it.” Taylor never took her eyes off Nicole. “He’s tall, dark and sexy as hell. Not to mention his delicious, eat-me-alive accent.”

  “An accent can’t be delicious,” Nicole said, and both women laughed at her. “What? It can’t.”

  “She’s ga-ga over him,” Taylor decided with delight.

  “We’ll have to invite him to the engagement party,” Suzanne agreed.

  “What?” Nicole got a bad, bad feeling as she smoothed down the dress. “Now why would you go and do that?” Both women were staring at her. “What now?” Self-conscious, she crossed her arms. “What are you staring at?”

  “My God.” Taylor shook her head. “I can’t believe it.”

  “Wow.” Suzanne sighed dreamily. “Just wow. You’re beautiful, Nicole.”

  Nicole just stared at them, then laughed.

  “You are,” Taylor said softly.

  Nicole shot them a last fulminating look, then stalked over to look into the antique stand-alone mirror Taylor had in one corner. What she saw made her jaw drop.

  It wasn’t often she slowed down enough even to look in a mirror. She dressed for comfort, wore little makeup and had her hair cut short for convenience. If she had to think about her looks, she saw herself in a white coat. Sexless, really.

  She didn’t look sexless now. The emerald color made her skin glow and brought out her eyes. Even her hair, usually worthless in the way of obeying or looking good, seemed…well, decent. Maybe more than decent. And her body…she actually had one.

  “You have to wear it.” Taylor said of the dress that clung to every inch of Nicole’s form. The spaghetti straps held the snug bodice up in front, crisscrossed over her slim spine in back, where the dress dipped sinfully low. The hem came high on her thighs, and slipped higher with her every movement.

  “You almost look like you’ve got boobs and hips,” Taylor noted.

  “You look gorgeous,” Suzanne said, with a long look at Taylor. “You have such a beautiful body, Nicole.”

  “A little skinny.” Taylor sniffed, but then smiled. “But some men go ape for a toned body like that.”

  Someone knocked at the front door, and while Taylor went to answer it, Suzanne said quietly, “You really do look amazing. This is going to be so much fun.”

  How to tell her she’d rather have a root canal? “I’m not wearing stockings or heels.”

  “Okay.”

  “I mean it. I—”

  “You’ll never guess who I found,” Taylor said, coming back into the room. “A man. And just when we wanted a man’s opinion, too. He just wanted to drop off some papers, but…” Smiling the smile of a cat with the canary’s tail still hanging out of her mouth, Taylor moved aside.

  Ty stood there, looking sweetly baffled. Until he saw Nicole, then all that sweet bafflement turned to heat as his eyes slowly took in the crazy dress she wore.

  “What do you think?” Taylor asked Ty innocently. “Good enough for an engagement party?”

  “Good enough to eat,” Ty said, the Irish heavy in his voice.

  5

  THE LAST TIME Ty had seen Nicole she’d been walking away from him, and the taste of her had still been on his lips. He’d watched her go and decided not to do that to himself again.

  No more watching.

  Well, he was looking plenty now, wasn’t he? Looking so hard he could see her every little breath, which seemed too quick and shallow for her to be half as calm as she was pretending, standing over there in that killer dress.

  But hot as that bod was, it hadn’t been the dress that nearly brought him to his knees. No, the look in her eyes had done that. The look that said “back off” and “want me,” all in the same flash of those gray, gray eyes.

  Suzanne and Taylor were grinning at him proudly, as if they’d personally created the vision standing before him.

  “She does look good enough to eat, doesn’t she?” Taylor said, clapping her hands. “Just wait until we get on the thigh-high stockings and do-me heels.”

  “Okay, I’m done.” Nicole pointed a finger at Ty. “You. Stop staring.