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306 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 2, 2013











RT @juljames: @**** Haven't decided yet about Wilkins. Could be a book, a novella, or we may just assume he rode off into the sunset with Rae. :) — August 21, 2012
RT @juljames: @**** Funny, I was just thinking about potential story ideas for Wilkins last night.
RT @juljames: @**** Nothing concrete yet, but if the right idea grabs me, I'd love to do Wilkins story. — September 25, 2012



"You know, I'm not sure I'm feeling the proper level of sympathy here," she told Ford. "I think we need a little more rallying around the dumpee. If you were a woman and I'd told you that the third guy in eighteen months had broken up with me, right now we'd be drinking lemon drop martinis and giving each other female empowerment pep talks about how we don't need a man in our lives to feel complete. And then we'd watch The Notebook and drool over Ryan Gosling."
Ford flashed her a grin as he stretched an arm across the back of his chair. "Sorry, babe. But when they handed out best friends, you drew the straw with a penis attached. That means no Ryan Gosling."
He'd come here, to her office, to as for her help. Now he was threatening her with obstruction of justice charges - and most annoyingly, he was doing it with a smile.
So she returned the favor. "That is nice, Mr. Morgan. Because in response to your tough-guy speech, I, in turn, would've had to give you my tough-girl speech, about where, exactly, federal prosecutors who come to my office looking for assistance can stick their obstruction of justice threats." She smiled ever so charmingly. "So I'm glad we were able to sidestep that whole ugly business. Whew."
This had to be a joke. No personal gifts except for sex toys? Sure, because nothing said "I like but don't love you" like a "just because" vibrator
Brooke dug in herself, chewing thoughtfully. "Let me ask you something. Do you tailor the breakfast to the woman you’ve just spent the night with, or is it always a Denver omlette?"
Cade paused midchew.
Oh, shit.
"I’m sorry Cade. Of course, I would be stuck working."
Like he was going to let her off so easily. "I can work around your schedule, Cinderella." He teased. "How about if we meet for drinks after your dinner?"
There was a pause before she answered. "I’d like that. I should be free by nine o’clock, if that’s not too late."
"Nine o’clock it is," he said. "I’ll pick you up at your place."
"I’ll have a Denver omelette waiting."
"That’s cute."
And if he was being honest with himself, that same small part would have to admit that he’d been feeling a little jealous ever since he’d met her friend Ford. Not because he thought there was anything going on between the two of them, but because Ford was clearly in the circle of trust while Cade - despite being the man that'd slept with her - was still standing on the outside, looking in.
“You’ve been brooding for two weeks, Morgan. So yes, we are having this conversation."
"I appreciate it, Vaughn. Really. But no offense – you suck at this stuff as much as I do."
Vaughn tucked his hands into his pants pockets, not looking offended in the slightest. "Yep. And that’s why God made whiskey."
"If you were a woman…we’d watch The Notebook and drool over Ryan Gosling."
Ford flashed her a grin as he stretched an arm across the back of his chair. "Sorry babe. But when they handed out best friends, you drew the straw with a penis attached. That means no Ryan Gosling."