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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication

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Double Entry

ISBN 9781419913938

Edited by Helen Woodall.

Cover art by Syneca.

Electronic book Publication December 2007

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is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

D OUBLE E NTRY

Desiree Holt

Dedication

To my family, who understands my muse and encourages me.

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Double Entry

Chapter One

The banging on the door sounded like kettle drums in Lauren Henderson’s head.

She pulled the pillow around her ears to shut out the noise but it just got louder.

“Go away,” she shouted, then cringed as her voice reverberated through her skull.

That would teach her to drink too many appletinis.

“Lauren, I know you’re in there.” Her friend Marcia’s voice had all the soothing

qualities of a screech owl. “I’m not leaving until you open this door.”

Muttering curses and imprecations, Lauren dragged herself off the bed and

stumbled to the front door, turned the lock and threw the door open. “I’m up, okay?

Now go away.”

Marcia pushed her way inside and shut the door. “I think it’s great you decided to

flash the neighborhood but you might want to brush your hair and put on some

makeup first.”

Lauren squinted her eyes open and looked at herself. Stark naked. Great, just great.

She plodded back to the bedroom and grabbed her long t-shirt from beside the bed

where she’d dropped it. Last night putting it on had seemed more effort than it was

worth.

She opened one eye and stared at Marcia, too perfectly dressed and put together for

the night they’d just had. “How come you’re not hung over and looking like trash?”

“Because I stopped after two of those headbangers and drank iced tea.” She tucked

her smooth blonde hair behind one ear with a nail polished with hot pink enamel. The

emerald stud in her lobe winked in the sunlight. “Unlike you, my friend, who tied one

on bemoaning your birthday, the lack of available men and the reasons why all the

good ones got away.”

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