Men at Work : Through the Roof Taking His Measure Watching It Go Up

by Karen Kendall; Cindi Myers; Colleen Collins

• ISBN13: 9780373793372
• ISBN10: 0373793375
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2007-07-01
• Publisher: Harlequin

Summary

When socialite Marina Reston's fianceacute; loses his business, his pride will not let her support him. But she's not going to take it lying downunless that's the best way to get back her man!'Through the Roof' by Karen KendallSamantha Delaney is the lucky calendar photographer. Then her teenage crush, gorgeous Josh Kittredge, strolls into her studio all grown up. Her fantasies have suddenly turned X-rated.'Taking His Measure' by Cindi Myers Tough P.I. Gina Keys is assigned to follow a suspected thief a breathtakingly hot 'skywalker' who fearlessly works on tall buildings. His presence makes her pulse rate soarespecially when they get busy several stories up.'Watching It Go Up' by Colleen Collins

Excerpts

GO FIGUREMarina Reston found it impossible to drive with cold cucumber slices over her eyes. Even though she'd carefully cut out iris-sized holes in the centers of them with a sterling-silver grapefruit knife and had removed all those icky little seeds. Even though she'd pulled a Saks Fifth Avenue baseball cap down to her brow-line and tucked the slices under the rim to keep them in place. And even though, when that had failed, she'd used a very large manuscript rubber band to hold them on. Driving under the influence of cucumbers just didn't work. The juice ran into her eyes even when they did stay on. And they created huge blind spots, playing havoc with her depth perception. She was simply going to have to meet private investigator Gina Keys with horrifically puffy eyes. Thanks, Ben. This wouldn't be a problem if I could stop crying over you.... How could her fianceacute; have broken up with her in a letter? How could he have just disappeared? And how could he not answer his cell phone or respond to the increasingly desperate messages she'd left over the past four days? Not only was she devastated, she was worried sick. And then there was the question of the charity calendar Ben had promised to pose for. The shoot was next week. She had to find him before then or Frameworks for the Future would be short a modelbut he'd obviously forgotten. Just like he'd forgotten her. Well, that's just fine...because I hate him. Marina's hands tightened on the wheel as if it were Ben Delgado's neck. As if she could drivehimaround a corner, floorhisgas pedal and runhimstraight into the plate-glass storefront of that Taco Bell... But, oh, hey! What was she thinking? Ben was so not worth a storm of shredded cheese stuck to her 911's paint job. Not to mention all the irate people in paper hats and food-service gloves who would be sure to yell at her. Marina went back to the problem of her gruesomely puffy eyes. She could always leave her sunglasses on inside the P.I."s office, but that seemed so aloof and pretentious. With a sigh, she pressed the small silver button that unrolled her 911's window and then tossed the cucumber slices out the window, so they took to the air like mini flying saucers. She rolled up her window again and frowned at the electronic GPS map in the Porsche's console. Since she was traveling south, or upside down according to the map, it always took her a moment to figure out if the GPS wanted her to go left or right next. Because left, upside down, was like right, right-side up, and Marina had no sense of direction whatsoever. Her delayed deductive reasoning eventually kicked in, and Marina turned right on 17th, heading for Little Havana. Soon she was on Calle Ocho, passing tiny meat markets, fruterias, herbal shops and cigar stands. She craved acafecito,or Cuban coffee, but given her already frayed nerves and shaky emotional state, it was a bad idea. A woman who'd been crying for almost four straight days and living on a diet of wine and Advil should definitely avoid caffeine. Two blocks, another left and one parking slot later, she found herself in a small cluttered strip mall that housed G K Investigations. She gathered her purse, Jumbo Jamba-Juice cup and little Ziploc bag of cucumber slices and then headed toward G K's office door. She remembered that Ms. Keys kept her door locked for security reasons and pressed the button next to it. A buzz indicated that she could now open the door and she clicked inside in her new bargain sandals. She'd saved thirty percent off the $595 retail price by ordering them from Bluefly.com. And Ben says I don't know how to spelleconomize. Her lip trembled. Ben. Where was he? She had to find him. He couldn't do this! She needed him. Loved him. They had a life togetherhe couldn't just