Field of Pleasure by Farrah Rochon Page A

Sabers facility and encountered a vision with gray eyes and a body to die for walking toward him.
    â€œLet me show you the rest,” Patrick said. He pointed out all the features that made the Red Zone different fromyour normal barbershop. A guy could spend his entire Saturday here. This place was a surefire goldmine.
    â€œHow are the plans coming for the grand opening?” Jared asked.
    â€œIt’s all good,” Patrick said. “I’ve got ad spots running on four radio stations starting on Wednesday. The Facebook page launched last night. And I just confirmed with the Sabers’ public relations that we’ll have three cheerleaders.”
    â€œYou’re bringing in Saberrettes?”
    â€œHell, yeah,” Patrick said. “I thought I told you about that. The free beer and pizza may bring guys in the door, but girls in skimpy outfits will keep them here.”
    Jared couldn’t argue with that logic. “You need anything else?” he asked. “You know, cash-wise, to help buy streamers and balloons or whatever else it is people use to decorate for a grand opening?”
    â€œI’ve got it covered,” Patrick said. “You’ve done enough. I don’t know how I’m going to repay you for this, man.”
    â€œEasy, you’ll write me a nice check every month.” Jared laughed.
    â€œYeah, I know.” Patrick joined in with a chuckle. “Still, I owe you. After the divorce, not a single bank was willing to give me a loan. I needed this.”
    â€œYou know you can always count on me,” Jared said, bringing his long-time friend in for a one-armed hug. “Now why don’t you start paying me back by ordering a pizza while we watch the Celtics and Lakers?”
    â€œYou got it.” Patrick clamped a hand on his back as he fired up one of the flat screens.

Chapter 8
    â€œS ummer, no!” Chyna called in a stern voice. She bent down and scooped Summer into her arms before her tiny canine explorer could find another flower to chew. Nuzzling her Yorkie’s neck, she said, “Why do you insist on eating the grass? You’ll have these people thinking Mommy doesn’t feed you.”
    Summer’s pink tongue darted out and gave Chyna’s nose an apologetic lick, but as soon as the dog was on all fours again she darted for the foliage. Chyna tightened her grip on the leash, shaking her head at her ill-behaved baby.
    â€œLooks like she’s trying to get away from you.”
    The sound of that deep, amused voice caused a delicious ripple to travel from her shoulders to the small of her back. Chyna turned and forgot what she was going to say; the sight of Jared rendered her speechless. He wore tan deck shorts and a plaid shirt of light blue, tanand white. It was unbuttoned to reveal a white tank underneath that hugged his washboard abs. Expensive sunshades covered his eyes.
    Sweet Jesus, the man looked good.
    â€œHi,” Chyna said, surprised that she had use of her tongue when it was still hanging halfway out of her mouth.
    â€œI thought you said one o’clock,” he said. “It’s not even twelve-thirty.”
    She gestured to the dog sniffing inquisitively at Jared’s dark brown sandals. “Summer was getting restless, so we came a little early.”
    â€œRestless, huh?” Jared fell to his haunches and went straight for Summer’s ears, scratching the spot that automatically sent the dog’s right leg to tapping. Chyna knew with that one move, Jared had become Summer’s new best friend. She wondered if he could zero in on her spot that quickly.
    â€œStop it.” Chyna chastised herself.
    She realized she’d spoken aloud when Jared looked up at her and asked, “Why? She likes it.”
    â€œNot you. I’m sorry,” she said with an offhand wave, while her stomach knotted with an anxious ache that had been there since their kiss on Friday. “So, are you