Ginger smiled to herself at the entertaining coincidence of it all. The old lady had said those words, Ginger opened the door, and a man named Lucky was out there waiting for her. But that's all it was. A coincidence. She knew Gloria Needleman was a peculiar old lady, and Luckyno, Lucio was his real namewas just an old friend of Rick's who'd photographed the wedding. She wouldn't give it any more credence than that. Ginger didn't have time for a silly fantasy, no matter how tall, dark, and hot he was.

Or what a stupendous kisser he was.

Or how his accent melted her insides.

Or the way a strange crackle of electricity shot through her skin when he touched her.

Her friends were talking quietly when Ginger returned to the room, and by the way they abruptly ended their conversation, Ginger figured she'd been the topic.

Are you sure you're all right? Roxanne asked. You want to file charges?

Ginger shook her head. My dress was too tight and I fainted. He came to my aid. There's no crime in that.

Bea rolled her eyes dramatically. Looks like the buffet is officially open!

I can take care of myself, you know, Ginger said, shaking her head with amusement. Besides, I thought we learned our lesson about butting into other people's businessour interference almost ruined Josie's life! And here you are, ready to do the same with me? Am I going to find you two under the tree outside my window, like we did to Josie?

Roxanne's mouth opened, insulted. You were just as much a part of that as we were, and you know we had only the best intentions.

Yeah, Bea said. And I still believe there's a fine line between butting into someone's business and making sure a dear friend doesn't commit the hugest mistake of her life.

You're twenty years late on that one, Ginger said with a laugh, opening the door for them. Where were you the night I met Larry Garrison at a fraternity kegger?