She’s sexy as sin… She’s sharp as hell, and she’s also the lush little harpy who’s been rubbing me wrong since we were kids. I don’t want to do her a favor… If it’d been any other damsel in distress looking to shake some unwanted attention, I’d have been the perfect fake boyfriend for all of five minutes. But Laurel brings out the bastard in me, and five minutes hardly seemed enough time to make her squirm. She wants to one-up me… But I want to win. And maybe I need a favor too.