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chuckled. “No skydiving for you then?”
    “Uh,” she said, “No. No skydiving for me.”
    “Hmm,” he murmured, giving her a thoughtful inspection that did nothing to diminish the heat in his gaze. “I think we should make a bet and if I win you go skydiving with me. There’s plenty of gorgeous jump locations in Colorado.”
    “You did see me inside that plane, right?” she asked, giving him an appalled look. “I was the white-knuckled one who dug her fingernails into your hand, I held on so tight.” The elevator doors opened.
    He smiled. “I do seem to have a vague memory of fingernail-induced pain, but that’s just all the more reason to face fear and conquer it. I promise you, once you skydive you’ll be over the flying phobia.”
    She entered the empty car and he followed. “By jumping out of a plane? Are you now going to tell me that’s how your mother got over her fear? What happened to the window shade theory?”
    “I plead the fifth,” he said, slipping his key card into a slot on the wall and punching the button for the eighteenth floor.
    “There you go,” she said decisively. “You didn’t talk her into it and you won’t talk me into it. No skydiving.”
    “You’ll have a parachute in place. Besides, you don’t even know what the bet is. You might win.”
    “I never make a bet I’m afraid to lose.”
    “You do know you get to pick the prize if you win.”
    The prize. Oh, yeah, she could think of some really interesting prizes. Like a thousand orgasms. She laughed mischievously, unable to stop herself. This was her opening, her way to make him hers for the night, if she could find the courage to be daring.
    He shrugged. “Care to let me in on whatever that secret is? It looks worth knowing, based on your reaction.”
    “I was just thinking of what that prize might be.” She’d almost been daring, but not quite. The butterflies in her stomach got the best of her.
    “I’m guessing from your pleased little giggle that your prize most likely involves my embarrassment as payback for your shoe.”
    “I’m over the shoe,” she assured him. “And I am not looking to embarrass you.” But unbidden, an image of herself falling off her shoe and into Blake flashed in her mind. What if she was letting their short time together make her too trusting, too naive? The butt of a shoe joke was one thing. The butt of a bedroom joke could be truly career ending.
    “The longer you’re silent, the more curious I am,” Blake said, prodding her to confess her naughty thoughts. And judging from the glint in his eyes, he had already guessed they were naughty.
    “It really isn’t important,” she said, swallowing the lump forming in her throat. “Because I’m not making a bet that includes me jumping out of a plane. Besides, we have drinks with Meagan and the crew. There’s no time for bets or anything else.” Really? Had she really just said “or anything else”? The elevator doors opened. “Home sweet hotel,” she said. “I want to change before we meet the others for drinks.”
    They stepped out into an elegant lobby area of red oriental carpets and impressive artwork. Her nerves tingled just thinking being in a hotel room she’d been fantasizing about for hours—or rather, a hotel room with Blake in it.
    She glanced down at her key. “1835.”
    “I’m next door.” He motioned toward the hallway that led to their rooms. “If you want to change, we better get moving.”
    They started down the hallway, her gaze traveling the luxurious corridor. “Hopefully our bags will arrive quickly.” There was a nervous hitch in her voice that Blake couldn’t ignore.
    “You looked really stunned over the paparazzi issue. You do realize you’re about to be a big star, don’t you?”
    “Don’t say that,” she chided quickly. “It’s bad luck to assume success. And I don’t care how popular season one was, season two could tank. Or I could tank. They could decide I’m too young or too