“A wedding?”He smiled, satisfaction rolling through him at this genius idea. “Yeah. A wedding. We were talking about my friend Matt Ferber earlier, remember?”“Yeah…”“He’s getting married in a few weeks. Just before the competition. I need a date for the wedding.”She sat bolt upright in bed. “We are not dating! Just because we had sex doesn’t mean—”“Whoa, whoa. That’s not what I meant.”“We shouldn’t have done this! We barely even know each other. We’re business colleagues, that’s all. Oh my God, how are we going to work together now—”“Relax, babe. It’s okay. I get it.” Hell, she didn’t have to be quite so horrified by the idea of dating him. “I just need a date for the wedding to keep my friends off my back.”She shoved her tangled hair back and shook her head. “Oh.”“I know we have to work together. Look, this is one night. We’re here in a tropical paradise—”“Paradise? There’s a cyclone going on out there!”“Yeah, yeah.
