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of the underlying reasons in his life that caused him to treat his body so badly. By the time Barry left, he was feeling a lot more optimistic and had scheduled several more sessions.
    Jane was glad they’d connected so well. Now if only she could go twenty-one days without eating a doughnut…. On that thought she left her office for the day and found Shannon again.
    â€œHey, where’s Lilia? I think it’s time for happy hour.”
    Shannon looked at her watch and shrugged. “It’s after six. I’m game.”
    â€œGood.” Jane walked to her office door and craned her head out. “Lilia! Hey, Lilia. Drop the Miss Manners book, grab your Chanel bag and loan us some class. It’s cosmopolitan time, dahling.”
    â€œIt’s only six-fifteen!” called Lil in her lovely cultured voice. “I’m researching Japanese wedding customs for a client.”
    Shannon strode to the door. “It’s after midnight in London, doll, and we all need a break. Let’s go.”
    â€œShe’s waiting for an engraved invitation,” Jane teased.
    â€œAll right, all right…” Lilia appeared, coat in one hand and lipstick in the other. She applied it elegantly in the gilt-framed mirror by the door. “My hair’s a mess.”
    â€œTousled is in, Lil. Let’s motor!”

6
    J ANE WOKE THE NEXT MORNING feeling anything but cosmopolitan. Ugh. How had the drink gotten its name? Most likely because a cosmopolitan hangover felt as if an entire city block had collapsed on your head. Along with a few taxis and buses.
    She had vague memories of a group of four sales guys sending a round of drinks to their table. Yep, the Ford sales reps, in town for some conference.
    Then the group of attorneys had followed suit, not to be bested.
    Jane yawned. It was often very inexpensive to go out with Shannon—her voluptuous-blond-goddess stature inspired the most amazing generosity in the opposite sex. They had even gotten a plate of hors d’oeuvres on the house…both a compliment and a smart marketing move. If Shannon frequented the place, so would herds of men.
    It would be so easy to hate Shannon, but Jane knew that the attention actually embarrassed and annoyed her. Short of gaining fifty pounds and shaving her head, however, there wasn’t much she could do about it—if she wanted to have a life of any kind.
    Jane got gingerly out of bed and staggered into the bathroom. Role-playing. She had to freakin’role play with Dominic freakin’ Sayers today. This involved cute little “scripts” that they would act out with each other, with her reading the part of the difficult person that Dom had to “manage.” Then she’d essentially grade him on how he dealt with the situation. Hidden in the stack were three different scenarios that challenged how he worked with women.
    Jane buzzed with a peculiar combination of anticipation and dread at seeing him again.
    She should analyze that and get to the bottom of her feelings, but right now she would much rather analyze a s’more-flavored Pop-Tart and some hot coffee.
    The s’mores Pop-Tarts were the legacy of her last boyfriend, Pete. Nice guy, Pete. Nothing wrong with him, except for his never-ending fascination for World War II movies and basketball. And the fact that he ate nothing but boxed or canned food.
    There was nothing wrong with Pete, nothing at all. But there was nothing particularly right about him, either. Except his taste in Pop-Tarts, which she could buy on her own. Pete was no doubt watching his Flying Aces specials in some other woman’s living room now—and stinking up her apartment with canned ravioli.
    After starting the coffee, Jane hopped into the shower and mentally sidestepped the question of what Dominic Sayers might watch on TV.
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    â€œWWE WRESTLING , of course. And The Man Show. Spike TV.” Dom leaned back in his black leather chair and