“If I win, you must say something nice about me.” His brows snapped together. “What does that mean?” “Only that you have spent the last week telling me all the ways that I fail. My lack of intelligence, my lack of excitement, my lack of proper figure, my lack of beauty, and now, my inability to land a husband.” “I didn’t say—” She raised her hand. “And you had better make it exceedingly complimentary.”
