Chapter One

"I do believe our little Willow's made her choice." Mary drew Willow's attention. "Which one is it? The brunette or the blond?" From her position at the table, Mary was able to watch both men without having to move her chair a single inch.

Looking the two men over once more-only so she didn't appear too anxious or eager-Willow sighed. As far as she was concerned, there was no contest; the gorgeous brunette would win every time. "The brunette," she told the women as casually as she could, doing her best to hide her growing excitement.

"Do you remember the rules?" Mary's glance darted back and forth between Willow and her prey. A knowing smile tilted the corners of her mouth.

Willow nodded.

"We'll go over them anyway," Roxy stated. "Rule one ..."

Willow sighed again. She didn't want to waste precious time going over their stupid rules. She wanted to go meet her handsome stranger. "Rule one," she began in a bored voice. "Make sure he isn't attached. This is about fun, not starting trouble or intruding on a relationship."

"Make sure he's not gay either. What?" Mary looked at Willow innocently when Willow glared at her. "These days you never know. There's nothing wrong with being gay, but I think it would be a bit embarrassing if Will tried to kiss him and he told her he was."

"I agree." Roxy nodded. "Don't forget to find out if he's gay."

"Gee, that won't be awkward at all," Willow said sarcastically.

Her sister ignored her. "On to rule two."

"Rule number two, you have to ask permission to join them. If the guy says yes, you have to sit on your target's lap."

"Good

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