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"Let me give you another piece of advice about Lala. If you don't want to lose her, integrate her into your life in every way possible. Intricately weave her in. Get her involved in Flashionista. Hire her. Give her a job. She loves that fashion shit and she's good at it. Keep her busy.
    "A little-known fact about Lala—she doesn't like change. Weave her in, make her comfortable in your life, and she'll have a hard time extracting herself from it. Crap, who would want to leave the billionaire lifestyle anyway, right?"
    I shook my head, acting like he was talking crazy. "You're bizarre."
    "And highly analytical. Like you. Have you already calculated your odds of success with her?" He laughed. "You must have, or you wouldn't have tried this stunt." He paused. "One last thing, the logical extension of all this—she likes kids. She's always wanted them. The way she used to cart around her baby doll—" He got an evil look in his eye.
    I felt for that baby doll. I was pretty sure he'd used it to prank Kayla somehow.
    "Get her pregnant," he said. "Give her a baby. She'll fall in love with her baby. And maybe, by extension, you. She won't easily want to leave her baby daddy. Especially not when he can give the kid every advantage."
    I stared at him like he was crazy. And felt myself flush.
    Dex's eyes went big and round. He swore beneath his breath. "Dude! You haven't slept with her? She's your wife . Exercise those marital rights." He shook his head in apparent disbelief. "This gets more and more interesting by the minute. Why should I be surprised? Something about this whole wedding business has been off since the beginning."
    "You're really full of BS," I said.
    "I wish I were. But I'm not. I've been studying micro expressions. You know how it is when I study something." He laughed. "I master it! Sexual frustration. Longing. Shock. Embarrassment. They all crossed your face in the space of a second. Micro expressions don't lie. They're involuntary."
    "You're way off." He was right. Micro expressions didn't lie. "I'm not ready for kids. That's what you saw. We haven't even talked about them yet."
    "Liar." He shook his head, laughing softly to himself. "You are so full of shit you're turning brown. I don't know how you tricked her into marrying you. Or what crazy deal you struck. I hope you aren't still using your old method of acting indifferent so the girls come to you. If that's your plan, you're screwed. Though not literally." He laughed again. He was thoroughly enjoying himself.
    "Get over yourself and tell her how you feel. Often and with feeling. Girls eat that shit up. Tell her you want to sleep with her." He sighed, shaking his head. "I never thought I'd say this—bed my cousin. The sooner, the better. Take her home tonight and make love to her."
    He downed the rest of his beer and looked around the party. "Lala has some hot friends. This isn't a wedding, but close enough. Girls will be in a romantic mood." He winked at me. "Grooms make the best wingmen. Come on, junior birdman." He nodded to me. "Help me separate one from the herd."

Chapter Three
    K ayla
    "I never thought I'd say this," Britt said, "but there's something magnetic about Justin. He's not classically handsome. But he does have a nice body."
    Her tone reminded me of the silly question we used to ask each other as girls—if you could only have one of these combinations in a guy, a great body and a hideously ugly face or a classically handsome face and a soft, squishy body, which would you choose?
    "And he's…what's the word I'm looking for?" She frowned and looked around the group of my friends for help. Like this was a game of wedding Scrabble or something.
    I shrugged and held my hands up, not particularly in the mood to help her denigrate my groom. Or was she complimenting him? It was hard to tell.
    "It doesn't matter. I'll think of it later. He definitely turns heads." The surprise in her voice was a bit unsettling. She bit her lip, studying him while