He hated that. More than anything in the world, Theo hated seeing months of hard work fizzle away as people returned to bad habits, just because they felt familiar and took less effort. He hated it when people gave up on themselves.

He felt Lola behind him. This was bad news.

“Hey, Theo.” Her breath came hot down on his neck. He felt the front of her thighs nearly touch the back of his. “You know, I was wondering-”

“The answer will always be no. Back off, Lola.” He continued to sort through messages and ignored her, then noted that the hours in the tanning bed must have damaged Lola’s hearing, because her hands went to his hips and the rest of her pressed nice and snug against the back of his body, from calf to shoulder. He felt the outline of all her parts-the parts molded by endless hours of hard work as well as those that were God-given.

“I said no.” Theo grabbed her roaming hands and extricated himself from his coworker and near… What word could he use to describe what had almost happened with Lola? She hadn’t been a date. She hadn’t even been a friend. She’d been a perfect body, at a time when he hurt so much that he thought a few hours with a perfect body would dull the pain.,

Thank God he’d recovered his senses in time to zip up and go home. Unfortunately, Lola didn’t feel the same sense of relief-she’d taken his rebuff as a challenge.

“Well, Theo. As usual, it’s your loss.” A nasty hiss hung off the end of the last word as Lola returned to the recliner and her magazine.

Theo headed for the door.

“So how’s it going with the hopeless heifer?”

He stopped. His ears burned. His stomach twisted with anger. He turned to her. “What are you talking about, Lola?”