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I'd never seen a guy with so many muscles packed tightly around his midsection, or someone whose arms actually looked bigger than my head.

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Seemed Mr. I doubted anyone would mind the rippled six pack currently facing me in all its model-like glory. Sorry, what was the question? I lose my vir- ginity to a dirty politician, and I cried into a box of cookies? Where's the justice, God!

The fair- ness! The— "I think there's some left over in the corner. Suddenly ravenous, I stalked over, still half-naked, mind you, and grabbed the small box.

Great, so I officially consumed half my body weight of something that I know will most likely give me cancer in five to seven years. Jace grabbed a shirt and threw it over his toned and tanned body. Ha, this was me, amused. I kept my frown firmly in place and even put my hands on my hips to show my disapproval. With a wink, Jace grabbed the half-empty box, pulled a cookie out, and dangled it in front of my face. I told you to eat a cookie. You said no. Dirty rotten Clinton-lover! Said squats are just as good as… you know.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard the shower turn on. I think you were trying to be dramatic. And I wanted to die. Great and now he was mockingly singing Katy Perry. Things could not get worse. I served a few months in a Rus- sian prison after The Cold War.

I was a spy and was guilty of poisoning a government official. Then again, they could never prove it. I'd slipped something into his mouth during a heated kiss. I was trying to lighten the moment until she started having a panic attack in the middle of the bathroom. I was still trying to figure out how long it would take her to realize I was showering, naked, and she was standing there rocking back and forth like someone about to have a nervous breakdown.

More cursing. Damn, it was hot when she cursed. Does that exist yet? Son of a—" More banging around. And then silence.

To be honest, the silence freaked me out more than the nervous breakdown. Yelling I could deal with. I was a politician for shit's sake. I cut my teeth on people who yelled and bitched every day of their lives. But silence? Her eyes were more green than I re- membered them. Then again, my memory wasn't so great; it had been over ten years. Ten years, and I still couldn't get those damn eyes out of my head. Instinctively, I reached behind my ear and touched the scar; it may as well be a blazing red sign that read Danger.

Last time I had a run-in with Beth, I landed in the hospital. So we shared a one-night stand. Big deal.

People did it all the time. I mean, I didn't. But people did. They had to, right? Where else would Hollywood get all that shit about one-night stands and waking up in Vegas and the Ashton Kutchers falling in love with the Cameron Diazes? I closed my eyes against the memories.

It was her stupid dress that had done me in. It had reminded me of prom. It had reminded me of her sweet scent, and after a few drinks, I'd been done for. And then I'll burn in hell," Beth wailed.

Well, at least she was talking again.

I cleared my throat and shook away the past regrets, burying them deep into the part of my brain where boxes sat with cobwebs. First they'll put She loved her cats very much, cradle-robbing hussy.

Don't know how to turn on a shower? Her face flushed with red. You'd make a great politician. I'm perfectly happy curing can- cer, thank you. Can't turn on a shower at a fancy hotel and answers uh to my questions. I'll turn it on myself. I could have sworn I heard her talking to herself as I grabbed last night's clothes and star- ted dressing.

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Details of The Wager: Hurry up! One wore purple lipstick, the other had on gray; they were always on top of the newest trends even if the trends were stupid—and ugly. At Fashion Week, they could get away with it. In Phoenix they just looked like Bratz dolls. It was the best one she could find at the last minute. What Jane was. Plain Jane. Her sisters gave her the same empty-eyed stare. Arguing with them was completely useless. When it was two against one, she never won, not that it mattered in the long run.

Her sisters typically got their way regardless of what Jane said. They were pushy—but they were family. Swallowing back her insecurity, she nodded quickly.

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Poor Jane. At one point, Jane had had to use all of the money her parents had left them to pay off the bill. She hated pity.

Especially theirs. Well, that and the fact that they were family and family stuck together. Even if family exhausted you, stressed you out, and made you want to scream at least ninety percent of the time. Chapter Three Admit it. The sheer publicity alone is priceless. He tossed back a gulp of whiskey, watching as his grandfather winced in pain after a particular hearty handshake from a journalist chomping to get in on the story of the century.

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Brock grimaced. The World News. The New York Times. And allowing his grandfather to pick a winner from the bidders. A winner that Brock would date—and even potentially marry.

That was the worst part about the press: One of the newspapers had hinted at a future Mrs. Brock Wellington. Date a stranger? He could do it. For the good of the company. For the press. He kept to himself.

He made them hundreds of millions. He stared into his empty glass. Hell, have you ever even been to any of the company baseball games? The only silver lining was that the money that would be raised was going toward cancer research —one of his passions—so there was that, at least. It was stupidity at its finest, but Brock had agreed to do it.

Maybe because he was just as insane as his grandfather. Or, even worse, maybe because he was convinced he would never find love, nor cared to.Their safe haven after their parents had died, where their grandfather had pushed aside his own grief to give them the best life possible. Anything outside of that and he was going to need a drink. To taking over the company.

I could have sworn I heard her talking to herself as I grabbed last night's clothes and star- ted dressing. It closed with a resounding thud and Brock felt an ominous current of anxiety travel down his spine. One who wasn't better look- ing than me. After all, what guy would want a super-geek control-freak who had a preference for cats?

Eat a cookie. Or, even worse, maybe because he was convinced he would never find love, nor cared to. And she was probably the worst wingman in history.