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“No. None of them were you.”

“But I saw …”

“Just wait till you see the tape, Jeannie.” Diane laughed. “Just you wait.”

Epilogue

“Al, we’re going to be late!” Jeannie moaned as her body flooded with heat. Her back was against the shower wall, and Al was on his knees in front of her.

He looked up with a devilish gleam in his eyes. “Then we’ll be late. It’s just a watch party, and it’s not as if we don’t know what happens. Now come on, you can give me another one.” He kissed her inner thigh where her leg rested over his shoulder and dove back into her wet heat.

“Fine, fuck it.” Being on time was overrated, especially when it meant stopping Al’s tongue from working its magic. She threaded her fingers through his hair and pushed him into her before finding her second orgasm of the afternoon.

After patting her dry with a fluffy towel, he carried her to his bed. He worshipped her body slowly, kissing every part of her from her ankle up to her breasts.

Jeannie moaned as her body lit up. “Al, you wouldn’t be trying to butter me up before I watch your season as the country’s most eligible deputy, would you?”

He thrust his hard cock inside her, picking up his pace as he peppered her with kisses. “That depends. Is it working?”

Jeannie laughed. “Maybe. Keep going and I’ll let you know.”

His eyes met hers, and the intensity of the love she saw there set her off again. “I’ll never stop. Not as long as I live, Jeannie-girl.”

***

“She threw up on the carriage ride?” Jeannie twisted in Al’s lap to look into his eyes. They’d just finished watching a special preview marathon of the entire season ofLaw of Attraction.

“Yep.”

“She didn’t give you a blow job?” Her heart clenched. After the rescue, she’d made a conscious decision to look forward and not think about any of the past dates Al had been on. By her own design, they weren’t together at the time, and she’d practically forced him onto the show. It wouldn’t be fair to hold anything he’d done with the otherwomen against him. But to know he really hadn’t hooked up with anybody else?

“Nope.”

“That bitch.” She grinned, leaning over to give Al a quick kiss. They were surrounded by their friends, all seated at their favorite table at Susie’s Bar. “Jazz, do you think they can add more time to her sentence?”

“For being a lying cow? Unfortunately, no.”

Victor had pleaded guilty and was serving fifty years for holding multiple women against their will. Iona had been given one year for aiding him with Jeannie’s capture. She’d also been the one who’d sent anonymous letters to her clients, causing them to drop her and all the other mishaps Jeannie had endured.

“That was amazing!” Marina sighed as she leaned back in her chair.

Al turned to her and smiled. “I’m sure you recognized some of your lines. Your tutoring sessions saved my ass a dozen times. I couldn’t have made it through without you.”

“And don’t forget about me!” Diane cried. “I pulled the fire alarm and saved you from Iona’s evil clutches.”

Marina giggled. “The whole show was amazing. Definitely the best reality dating show I’ve ever watched.”

“Now Marina,” Rose began. “Are you sure you’re not just saying that because you know the star?” A small cry camefrom the baby carrier, and Rose reached over to pick up Isabella. Nick hadn’t attended the preview party, probably helping Axe with something. Or he stayed home because he hated these parties.

“No!” Marina said sincerely. “This show had all the classic elements of catfights and crying women which is what we expect. But throw in the host screwing half the contestants, the camerawoman stealing the top pick, and the bachelor going home with his publicist?” She flopped back into her chair. “It’s going to take me weeks to recover!”

Initially, Lindsey had been horrified by the turn of events. That is until she saw the extra b-roll footage that Diane had shot. Once she reviewed the tape of all the behind-the-scenes drama, Lindsey dug into the subplots and had already cleared shelf space for her fourth Emmy.

“Well, I definitely owe you a drink,” Al said to her, “or fifty since you also saved Jeannie. What do you want? Margarita? Daiquiri?”

“Oh, water is fine,” she said.

“Water?” Rose asked. “Since when do you turn down … no way!”