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than braless nipples in the frozen-food section of the grocery store. ‘She’s a wackjob even by LA standards, but I think I’ve got her pegged,’ Debbie said. ‘Control freak, right? Has to feel her ideas are being listened to?’
    Felicia nodded numbly. Debbie was almost as overwhelming as Valerie Turner. But in a good, helium-sucking way.
    Debbie had her Palm Pilot out and was making notes. ‘It’s all set. Ostrich is fabulous – everyone will love it. I know this great organic farm up north. They might even donate to get the publicity.’
    ‘If I had any doubts, which I didn’t after tasting the food, the way you dealt with her convinced me,’ Felicia said. ‘I could kiss you!’
    Debbie grinned and leant forwards again. ‘Go ahead.’ She puckered up exaggeratedly and batted her lashes at the other woman.
    She was joking, but for half a second Felicia considered it. Debbie wasn’t her type, but anyone who could handle Mrs Turner deserved any reward she wanted.
    Then Debbie leant back and giggled, then stood and held out her hand, seemingly all in once bouncy motion.
    Felicia took her hand and said, ‘I look forward to working with you,’ and offered to walk Debbie out. She had a press release on Noelle’s cubs for Mel and José to review in advance so she wouldn’t have to bother them in the flurry after the birth – just add number and names and voila! While she could have emailed it and saved a few minutes, where was the fun in that? This way she could shoehorn a little flirtation into her mind-suckingly hectic day.
    They were just heading past the visitors’ centre when Gabe wheeled around the corner and almost ran into them.
    Debbie’s entire bearing changed as she got a good look at him. If she’d been joking about a kiss from Felicia, she wasn’t now. The caterer was staring at Gabe like a starving woman might look at a chocolate buffet. That, Felicia could forgive as a sign of good taste, but Gabe didn’t seem to be able to take his eyes off Debbie, either.
    If she didn’t do something fast, he’d start drooling and embarrass them all (well, except for Debbie, who’d probably love it). While Felicia had been ready to kiss the caterer herself for defusing the zebra tartare situation, handing over Gabe was another matter.
    There were probably good, reasonable, professional solutions to the impasse. Instead, the first thing that came to mind was ashamedly high school. Felicia dropped the press release. And then turned away to bend down to pick it up. Carefully. Strategically. Straight-legged.
    Her skirt wasn’t quite short enough for Gabe to be able to tell what sort of underwear she was wearing, but it was short enough that she was sure he couldn’t resist looking.
    Upside down, she checked. He was looking, all right.
    She could feel his blue eyes burning into her, as if he could see through her skirt and the even more dubious protection of her violet thong; as if he could see how blood was rushing to her clit just from being near him.
    Damn, those yoga classes were really paying off.
    Could he tell how much she’d like him to grab her hips and slide into her while she was upended like this? Sure, it could be an awkward position, but he looked strong enough to keep her balanced as he thrust into her. She could imagine the heat as their bodies joined.
    Gabe moved his foot and caught the press release just before it blew away.
    ‘Thanks,’ she muttered. Great. Now he probably thought she was both a pushy flirt and a klutz. She grabbed the paper and straightened up, nonchalantly flipping her hair to distract from the fact that she might possibly be blushing.
    But she’d accomplished her mission. While Debbie was still giving Gabe the sort of heated looks that men would kill for, Gabe was turning the power of his dimples at Felicia. OK, at both of them (and she grudgingly admitted he’d have to be gay or more likely dead to not enjoy Debbie’s décolletage) but mostly at Felicia.
    His