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On Monday morning Bowden Hartman toyed with the envelope in his hands and considered breaking every rule that went with the hideous olive-green uniform he wore. Well, not every rule. Just a couple of the more important ones.

The front of the envelope made no bones about his mission. “Overnight delivery, by 10:00 a.m.,” blared the red banner. A quick, on-time delivery—his specialty, and what they paid him to do every day at Speedy Delivery Services.

Okay, he’d make the overnight delivery. Just not this letter to this person.

He knew better than to mess with the packages, of course. But when had he ever followed the rules, rather than what his instincts told him was right?

Not very often. That was, indeed, what made his life fun and kept this job from being unbearable.

He didn’t need to work—not since he’d inherited the rest of the Hartman fortune. But since his father’s death two years ago, Bowden had found he liked to work, especially jobs where people were glad to see him and he got to indulge his bad habit of meddling in other people’s lives.

Especially their love lives. If there was anything Bowden Hartman liked to see, it was a happy ending.

“You got lucky, Hartman,” one of his co-workers, Jimmy Landry, said from across the room, hoisting a coffee mug in tribute. “What I wouldn’t give to be delivering that letter today.”

“Which one?”

“The one to the hot woman who’s going to be on the Love and the Average Jill reality show. I heard they got the former Miss Indiana. Bet she gives you a kiss for bringing that by.” Jimmy flipped him a thumbs-up. “I know I’ll be tuning in every night to see that girl, er, show.”

Bowden glanced again at the envelope in his palm. It was, as he already knew, addressed to Tiffany Barrett, Miss Indiana of two years ago. Across from him sat stacks of other envelopes meant for the rest of that show’s and another show’s contestants, many of which were in the pile for his route. Some were going to the bachelors who’d been chosen to go on the show with her and compete for the “average” Jill, the newest star in Lawford, Indiana’s, Channel Ten nightly seven-o’clock lineup. Other letters were designated for the outdoors-loving competitors of Survival of the Fittest, the second reality show Lawford Channel Ten was debuting this week.

The executive producer of the show had come in himself at five yesterday, handed over the envelopes, noting which ones were for chosen contestants on each show—and therefore had to be delivered, and which ones were for the rejects. He’d also given everyone explicit directions not to peek at or leak the information, or he’d have their heads on a platter.

Well, he hadn’t actually said “heads” or mentioned “platter.” He’d used other—and worse—potential consequences for leaking the news. The other men in the office had steered clear of the envelopes, guarding all protruding body parts that might come anywhere near the piles.

Bowden hadn’t said a word but hadn’t followed the producer’s demands, either. He’d peeked. He’d then been up half the night concocting a plan.

Bowden picked up another letter slated for his route, this one for Survival of the Fittest. Part of a big blitz, the producer had said, to up the ratings for the local TV station by debuting two knock-off reality shows the same week.

This letter was marked for Mattie Grant, who lived in the historic Pierpont Apartments downtown, one of the first stops on Bowden’s route. A nice woman, though in need of a change. He’d met her several times over the year he’d worked here, when he’d delivered special cleats or a shipment of customized shirts for the young girls’ soccer league she coached.

They’d chatted for a few minutes last week while he’d dropped off her latest delivery. She’d let it slip that she’d auditioned for the survival show. In his hand, he knew, was her letter telling her she’d been accepted as one of the contestants.

He weighed the two letters, one in each palm, Mattie’s against the one for Miss Indiana. The idea he’d had last night returned. He shouldn’t. If he ever got caught, it would be a sure way to get fired.

Ah, to hell with the consequences. Bowden Hartman believed firmly that breaking the rules was a whole lot more fun than following them.