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The building was old, hence the thin walls, but it was also recently renovated, hence the modern-style doorbell, which Heather pressed firain, when there was no answer

And again and again and again

She pressed it until her finger started to cramp, and until—

Whoa

The door jerked open, and Heather was suddenly face-to-face with aabs and pectoral azine ads or on billboards An upper body so spectacularly shaped that it was downright tacky

Yes, tacky was definitely what it was

Not hot Not hot at all

Heather ordered her gaze upward and found it hly amused for someone who’d nearly had his doorbell torn off

The guy leaned one forearainst the doorjamb as the other scratched idly at his six-pack

“Hi there,” he said, giving her a crooked sood voice, too, but Heather was soooooo not in thehim with a wide fake smile “You’re in thea little longer to get the corner office than you hoped, and you decided to scratch the itch by, wait for itstarting a band”

He was seely oblivious to her sleep-deprived bitchiness, as his shbor”

She pointed at her front door just a few feet away “4C”

“Nice,” he said appreciatively

For a second she could have sworn his eyes drifted doard her chest, but when she narrowed her eyes back up at him, he was all innocent smiles

“So that’s a yes on the new band, then?”

Instead of answering her question, he extended his hand “Josh Tanner”

“Pretty hborly consideration,” she muttered as she reluctantly put her hand in his “Heather Fowler”