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smiling back.
    “I’m going this afternoon.”
    “Ahem.” Devon clears his throat. “After you mentioned this park last night, I thought I would bring my dog here too.”
    Me and my big mouth—I had to mention to both of them that I’d be at the doggy park this morning. Sheesh.
    “This is Trouble,” Devon says, lifting the plump Welsh Corgi in his arms.
    “He’s Trouble all right,” I mutter under my breath. “I had no idea you had a dog.” Dr. Hamme sure didn’t act like a dog lover last night when Romeo was sick.
    “Trouble was a gift from my agent,” Devon says.
    That figures. His agent must have decided Devon’s image could use some softening, but why on earth would he give him an aggressive corgi?
    A shaggy, mid-sized mutt comes scampering up and nudges Harrison’s leg. Romeo’s ears stand at attention and Trouble snarls.
    “Whose mutt is this? Get him away from Trouble,” Devon commands.
    “Scout is mine,” Harrison says, ruffling his big dog’s honey-colored fur. Scout licks Harrison’s hand and sprints away to join the other dogs in the pool.
    Both men stare at me and I realize I haven’t introduced them. Unfortunately, Harrison beats me to it. “I’m Harrison Taylor, Romeo’s vet.”
    “Dr. Devon Hamme,” Hamme articulates. “Francesca and I were feasting at Tantra last night when she got word that her dog was sick.”
    “Tantra?” Harrison lifts an inquiring eyebrow at me. “Is that a restaurant?”
    Devon gives a suggestive chuckle. “Yes, you should try it. Their aphrodisiac menu is amazing,” he says, elbowing Harrison with annoying male camaraderie.
    “I’m a meat and potatoes kinda guy,” Harrison says. “Give me a thick, juicy steak…”
    “You don’t know what you’re missing,” Devon interjects, his knowing eyes dancing with mischief. “Francesca loved the Triple Orgasm dessert. Too bad her dog’s illness got in the way just as she was beginning to unwind.”
    Harrison’s dark brows shoot up and then furrow over his keen eyes. Damn that Devon, he is purposely being outrageous. I could smack him. I can’t meet Harrison’s searching gaze. I’m sure he thinks I’m not only a liar, but a negligent mother to Romeo. Last night I told him that I didn’t remember the name of the restaurant. I also neglected to tell him that Fizzy had called me in the middle of my date to report Romeo was sick. But that’s because he wasn’t really sick and it was my exit plan. We only made it up so I could get away from Devon. This is what I get for spinning tall tales.
    Meanwhile, Devon’s lustful gaze leaves no doubt that he’s thrilled to see me again. He’s also getting a kick out of rattling me in front of Harrison.
    “Let’s go back to Tantra tonight,” he says. “You still haven’t tried the…”
    Romeo barks ferociously and tries to lunge at him. Devon takes a step backward and that’s my cue to exit.
    “I have to go. Romeo’s afraid of Trouble,” I say, backing away from them. “Bye!”
    Clutching Romeo to my chest, I run as fast as my legs will take me. Never mind that both men get an intimate view of my bobbing behind through the damp, now see-through Capris!
    As soon as I get into my Jetta, I dial Chloe’s number. She’ll give me advice on how to redeem myself. Not that I’m interested in Harrison, but he is Romeo’s vet. I can’t have him thinking I’m a flake or worse yet, a liar.
    After several rings, I get her answering machine. I try her cell, but it goes straight to voice mail.
    The minute I get home, I check my landline messages. The first one is from Mom. “Hi, Frankie. I wanted to make sure you made it home okay.”
    She must have Googled Dr. Devon Hamme and seen all the hype about his sex therapy. I dial home and am relieved to get the answering machine. I leave a quick message: “Hi, I’m home now. Thought you might wanna know that I’m not interested in dating Dr. Hamme anymore. I just got assigned to cover the health beat for