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BARED TO YOU wouldn’t be what it is without you, Hilary. To Martha Trachtenberg, copy editor extraordinaire. This book is an important one for me and she treated it that way. To Victoria Colotta, for all her hard work on the interior design and typesetting. Cary Taylor found excuses to celebrate, no matter how small and inconsequential. “I’m sure drinking the night before starting a new job is a bad idea.”“Come on, Eva.” Cary sat on our new living room floor amid a half-dozen moving boxes and flashed his winning smile. Acknowledgments My deepest gratitude to my editor, Hilary Sares, who really dug into this story and made me work for it. By not pulling her punches or letting me shortchange the details, she made me work harder and because of that, this story is a much, muchbetter book. To Tera Kleinfelter, who read the first half of Bared to Youand told me she loved it. To all girls who were at Cross Creek at some point in your adolescence: May all your dreams come true. And to Alistair and Jessica, from Seven Years to Sin, who inspired me to write Gideon and Eva’s story. 1 “We should head to a bar and celebrate.”I wasn’t surprised by my roommate’s emphatic pronouncement.They stopped me anyway, no doubt because I was majorly underdressed, but then they cleared me through.After I completed an elevator ride up to the twentieth floor, I’d have a general time frame for the whole route from door to door. I was walking toward the bank of elevators when a svelte, beautifully groomed brunette caught her purse on a turnstile and upended it, spilling a deluge of change.Coins rained onto the marble and rolled merrily away, and I watched people dodge the chaos and keep going as if they didn’t see it. I’ve been there.”I’d just squatted to reach a nickel lying near the entrance when I ran into a pair of luxurious black oxfords draped in tailored black slacks.I winced in sympathy and crouched to help the woman collect her money, as did one of the guards.“Thank you,” she said, shooting me a quick harried smile. I waited a beat for the man to move out of my way and when he didn’t, I arched my neck back to allow my line of sight to rise. He sank into an elegant crouch directly in front of me. As he stared back, he altered…as if a shield slid away from his eyes, revealing a scorching force of will that sucked the air from my lungs. My elbows throbbed from the violent contact with the marble floor, but I scarcely registered the pain. His touch was electric, sending a shock up my arm that raised the hairs on my nape.I was not merely across the country from my former home in San Diego, but seemingly worlds away. Should be nice.”“I’ve been told I should enjoy the June weather before it gets wicked hot.”“Very good advice, Miss Tramell.”Stepping out from under the modern glass entrance overhang that somehow meshed with the age of the building and its neighbors, I enjoyed the relative quiet of my tree-lined street before I reached the bustle and flow of traffic on Broadway.Two major metropolises-one endlessly temperate and sensually lazy, the other teeming with life and frenetic energy. ”“No thanks, Paul.” I rocked onto the rounded heels of my fitness shoes. One day soon, I hoped to blend right in, but for now I still felt like a fraudulent New Yorker.
I understood both men’s sides, because I’d fought to pay off the loans myself…and lost. My mother had refused to marry him, but he’d never wavered from his determination to be my dad in every way possible.Knowing it was pointless to get riled up over old frustrations, I focused on getting to work as quickly as possible.I’d deliberately chosen to clock the short trip during a busy time on a Monday, so I was pleased when I reached the Crossfire Building, which housed Waters Field & Leaman, in less than thirty minutes.Real New Yorkers cruised right through it all, their love for the city as comfortable and familiar as a favorite pair of shoes. So I had to really work at playing it cool as I made my way over to the building where I would be working.
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