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Janet didn’t know whether to be pleased or angry. She started to speak, then drew back and collected her thoughts. She put her food down and firmed her chin.

He prepared himself for her reaction.

“Okay, you want to be straight with each other?”

Not necessarily. He just wanted her to understand—

“I’m attracted to you,” she said, interrupting his conversation with himself. “You’re kind, smart, funny and comfortingly sane…when you’re not being weird about embarrassing the family.”

“But you’re a poor judge of character, remember?” he said brutally. “You were left at the altar—”

“Would you do that to me?” she asked ingenuously.

“No, I wouldn’t, because you’d never get me anywhere near an altar.”

She took another clam and studied it, then looked up at him.

“Are you a betting man?”