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Chapter 1

"I know this guy," my co-worker Keri Martin announced out of the blue.

Of course you do, I thought and rolled my eyes. With my back to her, watering the plants on the window sill, I could get away with making faces. Keri was petite, pretty, perky—all those things I wasn’t. Well, I was pretty enough, but not in that blonde, Malibu beach bunny way like Keri. I had sandy brown hair and dark blue eyes.

His name is Andy Lyons, she continued as if I’d expressed any interest in knowing more. He’s tall, even taller than you, Ginny.

I stood nearly a head taller than Keri, but at five-foot-eight, I was hardly a giant.

The small size of the office worked in my favor for once, with Keri’s side of the desk we shared less than a yard away. Turning around quickly, I aimed the watering can’s spout directly in front of me like the barrel of a gun. The spout cap didn’t have a tight seal and water droplets flung themselves at Keri.

Hey! she yelped, spinning away in her rolling chair. She grabbed tissues from the box on the desk and swiped at the beads of water dotting her pale blue dress and perfectly tanned skin.

Oops, sorry. I made a show of turning my weapon in another direction.

She looked up at me, her cornflower blue eyes filled with hostility a split-second before turning back to their usual bogus uber-sweetness.

No problem. Keri rolled her chair back to the desk, tossing the tissues into the trash can.

I went to the small restroom, emptied the watering can, and set it in the cabinet under the sink. When I came back out, Keri once more started talking up the guy.

Andy’s an old buddy of my brother’s from when we lived out of state. He’s staying in town a while and asked if I could introduce him to some of my friends.

Friends? Keri and I could hardly be called friends. I’d been at Craig’s Tax Accounting Office since graduating high school seven years ago. Keri, five years younger than I, had been working here less than six months. We were co-workers, nothing more. We got along all right, as long as I held my tongue, but we had never socialized outside of the office.

What’s wrong with him? I asked as I took my seat on my side of the desk. As senior employee, I kept the side of the desk that faced the window.

Keri laughed. Although I didn’t know her well, I knew her well enough to know a false ring to her laughter when I heard it.

You’re funny, Gin. I just thought you two might hit it off. She shrugged and started leafing through one of the celebrity magazines she kept in a drawer for slow times. You haven’t had a date since I’ve been here. I thought you might like to get out for a while.

She was right, but she didn’t have to say it in such a smug tone. But then Keri could afford to be smug. This was a girl who had a different guy pick her up every Friday afternoon after work. And I wasn’t exaggerating. I’d never seen the same guy twice come through the door at four o’clock sharp on a Friday—until a month ago. She’d