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I hate Jake Warner. Loathe. Can. Not. Stand. No matter how sexy he looks in

his jeans with that low-slung tool belt. He had his chance with me and he blew

it Big. Time. He's not getting a second-chance no matter how long I stare into

this ice-blue eyes and think about those full lips or his dimples when he

smiles. We may have to work together, but that absolutely doesn't mean that

we'll get back together. Nope. No way. No matter what my heart says, this time

I'm listening to my head.