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PIPER WAS DOOMED.

After several fruitless phone calls and a long shower Wednesday evening, she was ready to concede defeat. As she’d rinsed shampoo from her hair, she’d mentally cast about for a last-minute possibility, but the truth was, she’d exhausted all her options. One ex hadn’t remembered her, which had been a big ouch to the ego. Chase was busy this weekend, but seemed to think they should get together sometime soon and have sex. Robbie, her last hope and most amicable breakup, had happily informed her he was engaged. Apparently his fiancée would frown on the idea of his running away for the weekend with an old flame. Go figure.

I can’t believe he’s getting married next month. Has it really been that long since we split up?

Piper pulled on a pair of sweatpants, assuring herself that she didn’t mind that her last date had been eons ago. She wasn’t one for wasting time, and when you weren’t actually looking for a relationship, dating was pointless. Why should she suffer through those pauses in conversation, those realizations that the person seated across from her was never really going to “get” her, when she’d rather be at home with her laptop and computer-assisted drafting software, getting ahead in her chosen career?

She supposed some people dated for companionship, but she had friends she could call on for company. Others might want dating for sex, but her experiences had left her convinced the whole thing was overrated. Pleasant, sure, but worth neither the awkwardness and risks of a casual affair nor the changes to her life to accommodate a relationship.

Maybe it was the guys she’d been with. Maybe a more experienced guy who knew women better, like, for instance, J—

“I do not need sex,” she informed her empty apartment and dead ficus tree.

And she didn’t need a man, either, she thought grumpily as she towel-dried her hair, then skimmed it back into a ponytail. Maybe she should just stick to her guns this weekend. Tell her family there’d been a misunderstanding—okay, a colossal deception—but that she was single and perfectly happy to stay that way. Of course, they were more likely to believe she was alone because she was pining for Charlie.

She strode across her living room and dug through her rolltop desk for the comfort of a Chocomel candy bar, but came up empty. A knock at her front door ended the sugar search. Given her current luck, it was probably the landlord with eviction papers. She considered her damp ponytail and heather-gray sweatsuit. Wouldn’t win any fashion awards, but it covered all the necessary body parts.

When she opened the door, she found Josh, not the landlord. Josh’s face was so grim that perhaps he’d just been evicted.

“I’ve been thinking, Piper.”

Normally she would have made some joke at his expense, but his scowl discouraged it. “About?”

“You. Your situation, I mean.”

He stepped inside, and she backed away with an alacrity she hoped he didn’t notice. Earlier, when they’d been in the break room at work, she’d experienced a strange hypersensitivity to his nearness. Now, in the privacy of her apartment, it was magnified. Did he have any idea how good he smelled? A dizzying anticipation fluttered inside her, as if every part of her body was just waiting for the moment when his skin might accidentally touch hers. And she couldn’t tell if she was nervous about it or looking forward to it.

Neither. Get a grip on yourself. She gestured toward the living room. It wasn’t big, but the square footage there made it a lot safer than the small foyer. “Why don’t you come in, have a seat?”

“Sure.” He made his way to the plaid sofa. “Did you, uh, did you call any of the guys you used to date?”

Piper perched on the arm of the couch, pleased with the compromise between sitting with him and noticeably avoiding him. “Practically all of them, but then, my list wasn’t that extensive.”

“Any luck?”

“None whatsoever.”

His posture sagged. For a second, his relaxed stance almost suggested relief, but then she realized his slumped shoulders must indicate disappointment for her.

He sucked in a jagged breath. “I’ve come to voluntarily enlist.”

Josh wanted to go with her? She struggled to find her voice. “You’re kidding.”

“I might kid you about a lot of things, darlin’, but this isn’t one of them.”

The familiar endearment stood out today, his warm, husky tone causing her stomach to turn a slow somersault. Her initial surprise and gratitude over his offer gave way to a momentary uncertainty about pretending to be romantically involved with him all weekend. The pretense would involve touching and—and…well, her mind was pretty much stuck on the touching. Her gaze slid involuntarily over his body.

“Unless you’ve come up with another solution?” he asked hopefully.

“Huh?” Piper blinked. “Oh. No. But are you sure? You sound like a man about to be martyred. You don’t have to do this.”

Which is why I offered, Josh thought. If she’d asked, he would have said no reflexively. Having no family of his own was almost tolerable as long as he wasn’t around someone else’s, reminded of everything lacking in his life. But she’d respected his space, reminding him again that she was the best friend he had. The reminder had relentlessly niggled at him, finally goading him into this decision.

His offer had nothing to do with the way he felt whenever he imagined some other man holding her or kissing her, whether the kisses were pretend or not.

“I never had a grandmother to take care of me,” he heard himself say. “But you have one you love very much, and this would make her happy. Besides,” he added with a smile, “I’ve never been one to turn down free food. What’s a road trip between pals? I mean, it’s not like anyone expects us to share a bedroom or anything.”

She jumped up from where she’d been sitting, chuckling nervously. “Perish the thought. If we shared a room, Dad would pull out his Winchester and march you down to the courthouse, where your options would be marriage to me or the hanging tree.”

“Hanging tree?”

“Sure, the big oak in the town square. They haven’t used it in about a hundred years, but they’d happily make an exception for an outsider.”

Josh peered up at her. “Gee, you make it sound like such a fun place, how could I not want to go?”

She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. He knew she’d never do that again if she realized it lured a man’s gaze to her mouth, to her full bottom lip and the sweet curve of her upper lip. Piper didn’t seek out men’s attention. She wore her hair back, mostly skipped makeup and probably didn’t even own a skirt, but her red-gold hair and turquoise eyes would attract a man even if she wore sackcloth. She applied the same determination at the gym as she did in all other areas of life, and the resulting figure would make any man’s mouth water.

Any man’s but mine.

With too few people in his life he cared about or trusted, Josh refused to throw away his friendship with Piper on sex. Not even hot and sweaty, mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex with the most delicious woman he’d ever seen. Which would never happen, anyway, because Piper would flatten him with one of her Tae-Bo moves if he ever suggested they hit the sheets.

When he sighed, Piper sat next to him, frowning. “You regret volunteering already.”

“What? Oh, no. I was just…making a mental list of the stuff I should pack.”

“What about work?” she asked doubtfully.

“I’ll call in sick tomorrow and Friday. Don’t feel guilty, I haven’t taken a sick day all year and I’ll lose them if I don’t take them in the next two months.” And it wasn’t as though anyone from the office would guess he was with Piper. Though people knew they were friends, Josh’s active dating life was common knowledge.

“You’ll really do this?”

“You can count on me.” Words that were as ironic as they were true. He’d never encouraged a woman to depend on him because the last thing he wanted was to lead one on. Why pretend he might stick around when goodbye was inevitable?

He’d been left too many times, and it was safer if he did the leaving, early enough that no one truly got hurt.

“I know I can count on you. Thanks, Josh.” The poignant expression in her aquamarine gaze made him look away.

He stood. “If I’m going to pack, I should do laundry.”

“Need any quarters?” She sounded uncharacteristically shy. “I did mine last night and still have some change.”

“Nah, I’m good.”

She rose then, hesitating briefly before throwing her arms around his shoulders. “Thank you.”

Awkwardly, he returned the embrace, immediately recalling the last time she’d been this close to him. A few months ago, at a baseball game. They’d both jumped up, cheering as the Astros battled their way from a tie to a win. At the end of the game, Piper had turned to impulsively hug him.

The clean citrusy fragrance of her shampoo was exactly as he remembered. And the underlying womanly scent of her was the same, too.

He released her abruptly.

Piper shuffled back, her expression apologetic. “I just wanted you to know how much I appreciate this. I owe you.”

“How about a lifetime supply of those chocolate chip pancakes you make?” He shrugged off her gratitude with a smile. “It’s not that big a deal, really. How bad can one family reunion be?”

“You don’t know my family.”

“I’m not worried,” he said. “And now you don’t have to worry about this anymore. This weekend, I’m all yours.”

SINCE ALL THE TREADMILLS were taken Thursday morning, Piper began a brisk lap around the indoor track surrounding the mirrored free-weight area. She supposed it was silly to be here so bright and early—okay, pitch-dark and early—on a vacation day, but she hadn’t been able to sleep much after Josh’s visit last night. Even after hours to get used to the idea, she was still surprised by his generosity.

On the surface, his favor might seem like a fairly simple thing. It was only a few days, after all, and a few harmless white lies to people who would never see him again. But Piper knew Josh better than that, realized what this would cost him. He’d heard her talk about her relatives enough to know what to expect—a convergence of people demanding to know his intentions and dragging out the details of the life story he hated discussing.

Knowing that she’d apparently underestimated him left her feeling both guilty and curious. If he was more capable of opening himself up to others than she’d given him credit for, was it possible that—

You’re getting way ahead of yourself.

This was one weekend, nothing more. And Josh’s relationship potential was none of her business, anyway, especially considering she didn’t want a relationship. What she wanted was to prove to the people of her hometown that there was more than one type of success in life. Not having a ring on your finger or a significant other to fill your Friday nights didn’t mean you were a failure.

As she finished her first quarter-mile, Piper spotted Gina Sanchez off to the side, stretching. A pretty woman with long black hair, a habitually wry smile and a collection of colorful T-shirts—including the one she currently wore that said Lawyers Do It Pro Bono—Gina was Piper’s closest female friend. They frequently worked out together and sometimes caught a movie or dinner, but Piper generally turned down her friend’s clubbing invitations to popular Houston hot spots.

Piper slowed her pace. “Morning.”

“What are you doing here?” Gina stepped onto the track. “I thought you were leaving to go see your folks today.”

“Not for another few hours.”

Her friend shook her head, sending her dark ponytail swinging. “Ever heard of the concept of sleeping in?”

“Well, in the town I’ll be visiting, the closest thing they have to a gym are the three machines in the high school weight room, only two of which ever work at the same time. And eating my mother’s cooking for the next few days, I’m sure to come back ten pounds heavier. I figured one last workout would be good for me.”

“You’re so disciplined.”

Piper raised her eyebrows. How was she any more disciplined than her friend, who attended the gym with the same regularity? “You’re here most mornings at six, too.”

“Yeah, but that’s because I want to look good so I can find Mr. Right.”

Piper just didn’t get it. Her cousins she could maybe understand, since they’d been raised in such an old-fashioned setting where their peers aspired to good marriages shortly after high school. Gina’s life was more contemporary than that. An attractive, self-reliant attorney, she nonetheless spent a lot of weekend nights with dates who didn’t deserve her, only to agonize the following week over why they hadn’t called and whether she would ever meet someone.

Piper knew that with her friend, it was more a case of wanting a relationship, not buying into the myth that women needed a man to take care of them. But honestly, why did Gina want something so much when it was usually a one-sided effort that left her grumbling about how there were no good men available?

Friends who’d known Piper post-Charlie had teased her, only half kiddingly, about her militant feminist streak. Maybe she was being too cynical, she thought as she pumped her arms in rhythm with her stride. After all, what was wrong with healthy equal partnerships?

Nothing, if they exist.

At first, Piper had thought that’s what she had with Charlie, until his little manipulations had added up to one big picture. Never complaining that she preferred jeans to a more traditional feminine look, but buying her skirts for her birthday; insisting that children could wait while she built her career, yet managing to make sure she was holding some cute baby at every possible opportunity, hinting that she’d make a wonderful mother.

Charlie was just one example, true, but she didn’t see a lot of counterexamples in the people around her. Gina’s attempts to find a fulfilling partnership had yet to yield any convincing successes, and Piper’s other closest friend, Josh, actively shunned emotional involvement.

Then there were Piper’s relatives, the people she’d grown up watching. One could argue that her mother was happily married, but how happy could a woman really be while doing her husband’s laundry and fixing his dinner and voting the way he voted? Personally, Piper would probably gnaw off her own arm to escape that kind of relationship. Her cousin Stella, divorced three times, obviously hadn’t found the magic formula for true happiness, either.

Even Daphne, who in the past had echoed Piper’s resolve not to end up like their mother, was now married and living in Rebecca, pregnant with twins. True, Daphne taught school instead of following their mom’s homemaker path, but what had happened to Daphne’s plans to travel and see the world? Her husband, Blaine, had apparently convinced her that staying in town so he could run his family’s ranch was more important.

Frustration fueled Piper’s gait, and neither she nor Gina spoke as they concentrated on their workout. It was only as they slowed to do one final cooldown lap that Piper caught her breath enough to relay the story of her mother’s phone call and the resulting situation.

“You can imagine how shocked I was when Josh volunteered to go with me,” she concluded.

Gina regarded her strangely. “Why is it shocking? You spend almost all your free time with the guy already. Is it even stretching the truth that much to hint you’re a couple?”

Piper stopped so suddenly she almost tripped over her own sneakers. “Of course it is! You know our relationship is nothing like that.”

Stepping off the track toward the free weights, Gina teased, “What I know is that you’re close to a gorgeous straight man who has steady employment, yet you refuse to set me up with him.”

Gina and Josh? They were all wrong for each other. They…they…actually, they were two attractive, intelligent people with a compatible sense of humor and similar career drives. Nonetheless, Piper had to restrain herself from snapping a warning that Josh was off-limits.

But she couldn’t resist a quick reminder. “I’ve told you, we promised not to date each other’s friends.”

“From the way you make him sound and from the glimpses I’ve caught of him, I might be willing to ditch you as a friend.” Gina grinned.

Piper halfheartedly returned the smile. Trying to atone for her inner snarkiness, she said, “It may not seem like it, but I’m doing you a favor not setting you up with him. Josh is a lot of fun, but he’s hell on female hearts. You know how many women I’ve seen him break up with?”

“Maybe because he hasn’t met the right one.”

“Won’t matter. Josh isn’t going to let himself find the right one.”

If the right woman dropped into his lap, he’d be too busy running the other way to notice. Not that Piper entirely blamed him for his behavior. With her close-knit—sometimes suffocatingly so—family, she didn’t pretend to understand what it must have been like to grow up being bounced between foster homes. People coming and going through Josh’s life as if it had some sort of invisible revolving door had probably become the norm for him. His dating habits now simply reflected the pattern.

“So this string of broken hearts, is that the reason you’ve never gone for him yourself?” Gina asked, surprisingly stubborn this morning. Normally all it took was one of Piper’s we’re-just-friends pronouncements to change the subject.

“I don’t need a reason not to go for him. I’m not looking for romance, remember?”

Gina sighed. “And yet you’re the one going away for the weekend with the sexy guy.”

Yeah. Piper would love to laugh off her friend’s comment—except the fact that she was going away for the weekend with a sexy guy was what had kept her awake all last night. How far would she and Josh need to go to convince others they were a couple? The man stiffened whenever she casually hugged him, and lately, she was no better. Yesterday, her entire body had tensed whenever he got close to her. So what would happen if he actually had to, say, kiss her?

And why didn’t she believe her own self-assurances that she wasn’t secretly dying to find out?