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on the need for extra bathrooms and doors that locked, along with the more cosmetic repairs.
    He glanced back over his shoulder. Ty could have spent years remodeling this house, if only for the chance to work for Angelica. He’d never been close friends with her, but she’d been the star of many a wet dream, and Luke and Derrick had also had the hots for her. Too bad she’d moved away before any of them had gotten the nerve to say much to her, let alone ask her out on a date. Ty had no intention of repeating that mistake because she was still the cutest little woman he’d ever seen in his life. Tiny, but with curves in all the right places, she had dark brown hair that made his hands itch to delve into it, and her eyes…He had to stop and think for a moment before putting his finger on what it was that attracted him. It was the twinkle, the pixieish quality that made him think of… Tinkerbell —only as a green-eyed brunette rather than a bitchy blonde.
    Generally speaking, Ty didn’t hit on clients, but Angelica was making him forget all the rules. Not that he and his two partners had ever been sticklers for convention. He’d given her an honest estimate, knocking off another ten percent just to make sure she’d hire them. Not so much because they needed the job, but because he wanted a good excuse to be around her long enough to figure out what made her tick, and it would definitely take some figuring. She hadn’t been embarrassed when he’d made that crack about breaking in the mattress. Neither had she given him the disdainful glace of someone who’d been offended. No, what was even more disheartening was that his obvious interest hadn’t seemed to register with her at all, and his suggestive comment had gone right past her.
    She wasn’t stupid, though. She’d been smart enough in school, and, according to Sue, she had a degree in hotel management and was sharp as a tack. Maybe she didn’t like men. Hell, maybe she didn’t like him . If Sue had told her anything about their company, she might’ve let slip the fact that the three of them lived together, though he wasn’t sure Sue had figured that out. Still, Sue was a smart old gal. She might have seen their partnership for what it truly was.
    Outside, Luke was wrestling with one end of the huge plastic tarp while Derrick held the other end at the top of a ladder braced against the eaves. Part of the tree was still leaning against the house, but the upper branches were now clear of the roof.
    “Be careful,” Ty shouted as Derrick stepped off the ladder and began to make his way across the steep, shingled surface. “Part of the roof is rotten. I’m not sure—”
    His words were cut off with a cry as the weakened structure gave way and Derrick disappeared. Part of the tarp followed him through the hole.
    “Holy shit!” Luke exclaimed. Flinging the tarp aside, he raced to the front door with Ty hot on his heels.
    Ty took the stairs two at a time, having no idea what he’d find. In all the time they’d worked together, none of them had ever sustained a serious injury. Oh, sure, they’d all had their fair share of the cuts, scrapes, and bruises that went along with the job, but Derrick could be bleeding, unconscious, or even dead for all he knew.
    He and Luke skidded through the doorway together and were treated to the sight of Angelica crouched beside a slightly dazed Derrick while she checked him for injuries.
    Wearing nothing but a thong.

Chapter 2

    Derrick Delaney thought he’d died and gone to heaven. One minute, his heart was in his mouth, the next, it was trying to pound its way out of his chest as the image of Angelica swam before his eyes. Naked.
    She might have been labeled as cute overall, but her tits were enough to turn a gay man straight. Not that he was technically gay—like both of his buddies, Derrick was bisexual. He blinked to improve the clarity of the amazing vision before him. The fact that they were right in front of his