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"You're not," Jaike insisted with a shake of her head. "And I know exactly how to prove it."

Jane started feeling suspicious.

“I’m going to dare you—-”

Jane groaned. "That's cheating!" Jaike knew how much she hated not taking on a dare. It was, like, her one and only Achilles’ heel, which she just couldn’t get rid of.

But Jaike already had her phone out, and she let out a little whoop afterwards before showing Derek and Jane what she found on the Internet.

Top Dares for Bridal Showers

Jane frowned. “But this isn’t a bridal shower.”

“Stop nitpicking,” Jaike censured.

“I can’t help it. I’m paid to nitpick—-”

“Well, don’t do it now. We’re not at work, are we?” Jaike pointed to #1 on the list. "See that?"

Make out with a beautiful stranger.

“Are you crazy?” Jane burst out. “That entire sentence should be flagged. Stranger. Beautiful. Make out.”

Derek's eyes gleamed. "Jane Cooper, dared to make out with a beautiful stranger?"

"It's insane," Jane groaned.

"Don't worry, Jane, I'll be generous with the terms. You don't have to do it right away," Jaike told her consolingly. "I'm about to give birth next month, so...make sure to have it done before my little one comes out?"

Chapter Two

Alpha Media Corporation’s Pre-Labor Day Party

A hotel ballroom in downtown Miami

The clock was ticking.

Jane glared at her watch. This was all Jaike's fault. That girl knew exactly how to mess with her head, knew that Jane wouldn’t be able to bear not taking her up on their dare.

And she only had a few hours left, Jane couldn’t help thinking, before she was officially declared a loser.

Even as her teeth gnashed, Jane couldn’t help scanning the ballroom—-

But of course all the faces she could see were familiar, since the party was organized by and for AMC’s staff. Jane’s company loved to throw parties for just about any reason, and tonight was the last corporate hurrah for the summer before everyone went away for the three-day Labor weekend.

She checked her watch. I still have time.

Jane marched determinedly towards the doors, unaware that the unusually militant expression on her normally smiling face was attracting several looks from the opposite sex.

Maybe God was in a good mood, Jane thought as she pushed the doors open, and she might just find—-

Jane’s thoughts came to a standstill, and she, too, froze in her tracks as soon as she stepped into the empty cocktail area outside the ballroom.

Also coming out from the other ballroom was the exact type of man she was looking for.

He was tall and muscular, his shoulders so remarkably broad they looked more suitable for army greens than the expensive tux he was wearing. But what really caught Jane’s attention was how enthralling he looked.

His looks were the kind that went beyond beautiful, Jane thought absently, and for one moment the logophile in her itched to write about his looks.

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