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Betweem a Ridge and a Hard Place

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Between a Ridge and a Hard Place

Annmarie McKenna

Dedication

To the Playground for helping me get back on track. J Thanks!

Chapter One

“How sweet. Little Morgan thinks she has a chance in hell of getting Ridge’s attention. You know

those clothes won’t make a damn bit of difference, don’t you?”

Morgan Crenshaw clenched her jaw. It was all she could do not to slap the smug look off Amy

Lee’s face.

“He doesn’t go for ho,” Amy Lee continued.

Oh, that was rich coming from someone who wasn’t dressed much different. Amy Lee had gone

too far. Yes, the skirt was mini and the top, well, she’d call it formfitting, but she did not look like a

ho. Did she?

Amy Lee gave a contemptuous sniff as if she were better than everyone and flipped her long hair

off her shoulder with the backs of her fingers. Morgan started to rise only to stop dead when her

boss’s business partner, Carter, crossed between her desk and Amy Lee, saving the other woman

from Morgan’s desire to strangle her.

“Sweet, Morg.” Carter paused at her desk and took in her outfit. “Like the new duds. You get hit

by the make-over fairy last night?”

“Something like that,” she muttered and slumped back in her chair. Amy Lee’s snort nearly had her

getting back up.

“Bitch,” she said to Amy Lee’s retreating back.

A few seconds later the outer office was empty. The prissy woman who thought she was God’s

gift to men had finally gone back to her own workstation and Carter—one of the owners of the

architectural firm, Malone and Casey, where she worked as the other owner’s PA—had sequestered

himself in his office.

She had to get to the task at hand and not let Amy Lee get the better of her. Today was

announcement day for a bid they’d put in for the design of the Honor Center and there was plenty to

do for when they won it. She was sure they would. Losing those last two bids had to have been a

fluke, even in this uber-competitive business.

Morgan took a moment to collect herself, sucked in a deep breath and tried to clear away the

ugliness that was Amy Lee. As if she wasn’t already self-conscious enough about the outfit. Her

sweaty palms itched. She wiped them on the short, short skirt she wouldn’t normally be caught dead

in. Jeans and a T-shirt were more her style, but since her tomboyish clothes hadn’t caught the attention

of a certain hardheaded man, she’d had to branch out.

She wiggled in her seat, shut her eyes and inhaled again. How the hell did women wear this kind

of underwear? She smiled. Maybe this was why Amy Lee always looked like she had a stick up her

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