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twist, barely contained by a clip. Her makeup was light with glossy lips and
    sun-kissed cheeks. She was stunning. Jace shifted from foot to foot, looking for safe
    ground.
    “Grown-ups?” he parroted.
    “Yeah, grown-ups. Now hurry up and change before Alec gets here, so I don"t
    look stupid dressed up all by myself.”
    Jace had finally gotten a handle on his unusual reaction. Then she turned to
    get something from the freezer, and his train went off track again. The front of the
    dress had covered her breasts with no hint of cleavage. Her back, however, was
    completely bare, fabric draping from the exposed shoulder, then plunging to her
    lower back. If he tugged it an inch lower, he would see her ass.

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    Fighting to get his voice back for the second time, he said, “Wow. You look
    amazing.” His voice was a little huskier than he would have liked. What the hell
    was going on with him?
    Mellz. Friend. Female. Get it together, Jace.
    “Thanks. You want a martini or a cosmo? I"m buying.”
    “Uh, surprise me. I"m going to change. Be back in a sex…er…sec.” Jace
    practically ran out of the room. All the talk of seduction over the past week was
    creating a sexually charged atmosphere in the house, and he was just getting swept
    up—that was all. As soon as the bet was over and one of them, or neither, won
    Alec"s heart, things would go back to normal.
    He scanned his closet for something that could compete with Mel"s look,
    settling on a light gray suit with a peach silk tie. She"d win the fashion-show
    portion of the evening, hands down. He was going to have to shine elsewhere.

    Melody stood in the kitchen with her head in the freezer. While she"d gone in
    there to get the martini glasses, she"d stayed there to cool her flaming cheeks. If she
    didn"t know better, she would have thought Jace was physically attracted to her.
    The way his pupils had dilated and his breathing had grown erratic. She could have
    heard a pin drop when she"d walked into the room. She pressed a shaky hand to her
    still-warm face.
    Okay, get a grip and make some drinks. As much as you want him to, Jace
    doesn’t do girls.
    Putting the strange moment aside for later examination, she shut the freezer
    door and took the shaker out of the cabinet. She poured in Grey Goose, lime juice,
    triple sec, and a splash of cranberry juice, then packed it with ice, put the top on,
    and shook.
    The front door locks tumbled as she poured a shaken-not-stirred martini into a
    glass. Alec walked in a moment later, looking dirty, rumpled, and totally fuckable.

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    A sudden shock of intense heat rushed down her abdomen. Oh, hell-oo.
    “Long day?” she asked, holding out the chilled glass.
    His stunned expression was almost comical. He looked like someone had hit
    him on the head with a brick. If he had been in a cartoon, steam would have shot
    from his ears.
    She gave him a big smile. “Cosmo?”

    The weariness of his day melted away at the sight of Melody, and just like
    that, Alec was wide-awake. She was so vital and alive. And that dress… Why wasn"t
    he supposed to fall in love with her again? Oh yeah, they were friends and
    roommates. Something about complications. But from where he stood right now, it
    didn"t seem complicated at all. It was very simple. He wanted Mel. Badly.
    “Thanks.”
    Her fingers brushed his as he accepted the drink, and a bolt of heat shot from
    her touch to his groin.
    He took a long sip from the icy glass without even glancing at it. The tangy
    blend of citrus and vodka tasted almost as delicious as she looked.
    “What"s the occasion?” he asked, motioning with his glass and raking her
    frame with his gaze.
    “Mel says we have to be grown-ups tonight,” Jace said as he breezed into the
    kitchen.
    Holy shit.
    Jace looked sexy as hell—like he"d just stepped out of a GQ cover shoot—
    wearing a no-doubt expensive and perfectly tailored gray suit. The crisp chrome
    lines