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pool, his wet shirt clinging to his chest. He made a point of disrobing and tossing the sopping clothes aside.
    I broke away from Edward and tossed the towel to Nathan. “Here. You’re all wet behind the ears.”
    Nathan laughed. He made no move to catch the towel; he simply let it hit him in the chest and slither to the floor.
    We locked gazes, him daring me with his incredible blue eyes to pick the towel up from around his feet.
    “Unfortunately for you, I stoop for no man,” I said to Nathan.
    He lunged at me and gripped me around the waist. “Unfortunately for you, I love being wet.” He lifted me in his arms and jumped into the pool. We went under for a moment, and I struggled to break his hold, but he held tight as we surfaced. I shook my wet hair out of my face and was ready to scream when he planted a kiss on my lips.
    He pressed against me and the kiss lasted longer than I expected, sending a chill throughout my body.
    He grabbed at my boobs and I pulled away, angry.
    He grinned. “I guess you don’t mind getting a little wet, either.”
    I disentangled myself from his arms and swam to the side of the pool. My eyes caught Paul’s, shooting daggers at me.
    Pietro was standing at the edge of the pool with a towel. I reached under the water and freed my feet from the beautiful designer shoes. I handed first one and then the other to Pietro. He grabbed the shoes and made a cute little pout, saying, “Poor Sergios.”
    I laughed.
    Earlier in the evening I’d thought a close-up of the shoes would have been nice, but now everything seemed hopeless.
    I hoisted myself out of the pool, the halter dress dripping and clinging to me.
    Pietro wrapped the towel around me and whispered in my ear, “Georgia, we need to find a place to speak without cameras or microphones. I have urgent information.”
    I tensed.
    Pietro made a fuss about rubbing my back. “Oh, you are cold! We must go inside and sit by the fire.”
    “Cut,” Cheryl yelled.
    The cast seemed to move about quickly, more or less disappearing immediately. Pietro gave me a discreet look to make sure I’d understood him. I nodded.
    The only remaining people on the set were myself, Cheryl, and a cameraman.
    The towel fell from around my shoulders and slipped to the ground. As I reached for it, I noticed my breasts protruding rather scandalously from the dress.
    “Crap,” I muttered to no one in particular. “I’m practically falling out of this dress.”
    Cheryl raised an eyebrow at the cameraman. “Maybe she’ll make an okay bachelorette after all.”

Seven
    C heryl gave me curt instructions to get back to my RV and rest. The reshoot of my first date would take place early the next morning.
    I was happy to be done for the day; my head seemed ready to explode. I wrapped the towel tight around my shoulders and walked around the mansion toward my coach. As I walked, I thought about Pietro’s comment. What could he need to speak to me about that was urgent? Did it have anything to do with Aaron? Perhaps he had seen something, but if so, surely he’d have told the police.
    I heard my name called and I turned to see Becca running down the walkway toward me. “Hey, Georgia, the scene was great! Cheryl is very happy.”
    “Really?”
    “Hell yes. Your boobs flew out of your dress when you jumped into the pool. How could she not be happy?”
    “What?” My hands instinctively flung toward my chest. My cleavage seemed intact. “No,” I said, relieved.
    Becca nodded emphatically. “I was monitoring camera one from inside the studio. The girls showed up. They’re already editing the scene for the promos.”
    “But it’s impossible—it’s some phony camera angle or something.”
    Becca laughed. “Oh, please—”
    I opened my towel and showed her my dress. “Come on, how could my boobs fall out of the dress and then magically fall back in? I mean, I didn’t fix my—”
    I stopped short, recalling my kiss with Nathan.
    “What?” Becca