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"Two e's. Got it."

Darbie giggled. "If you want, you can write down my phone number, too, like below your signature or something."

Herphone number?Inside the book?

Under my breath, I said, "A fat lot of goodthat'lldo."

The guy in front of me frowned. "Excuse me?"

I summoned up a smile. "Nothing. Sorry."

Still, I couldn't help but marvel at the ridiculousness of Darbie's request. After all, if Jack wrote downherphone number inside the actual book – a book that she was obviously planning to keep – how on Earth would Jack know which number to call?

Bye-bye phone number.

And here, I thoughtIwas the one not thinking straight.

Then again, Jackdidhave that effect on people.

And now, Darbie was saying, "And write something really nice too. Pretty please?"

I muttered, "You forgot the sugar on top."

The guy in front of me said, "Sugar? What sugar?"

"Sorry," I said. "Bad joke."

"But I love jokes." His face broke into a wide grin. "Go ahead. Hit me with one."

I froze like a clown in headlights. I loved jokes, too. But suddenly, I couldn't recall a single one.

From behind me, Darbie gave another giggle. "Oh, please. I amnota trouble-maker, honest."

The brunette chimed in, "But look here, Darbie. He wrote that you're hisfavoritetrouble-maker. That's good, right?" Her voice grew husky as she added, apparently to Jack, "Just so you know, we sometimes cause trouble together."

From the tone of her voice, it was pretty obvious what kind of trouble she meant.

Naked trouble.

Times two.

Or times three, if I counted Jack.

Against my better judgment, I turned to look. Jack was still writing in the book while the girls ogled his pen like it was their new favorite sex toy.

The blonde gushed, "I justlovethe way you do it, saving my name for last. It's like you're building suspense or something."

As I gave a mental eye-roll, she pointed to something on the signature page. "And I seeyourname right there at the bottom." She leaned in close, offering up a nice view of her cleavage. "Your signature's so sexy, too, all big and bold like that."

Oh, for God's sake.

I'd been a fan of Jack for years. And evenIwouldn't drool over his signature.

Much.

From behind me, the guy waiting in line said, "Hey, have you heard the one about the talking dog?"

I jumped at the sound of his voice. "Um…" I turned to face him and summoned up an encouraging smile. "No, actually. But I'd love to hear it."