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I could have impressed him, if not for last month's unforgettable one-night stand.

I left it with more than orgasms and a pleasant memory--namely, his wallet.

Now he's staring me down like I'm the dirt under his Italian loafers, and I'm supposed to take it.

But the thing about being Judith "Jude" Humphry is I have nothing to lose.

Brooklyn girl. Infamously quirky. Heir to a stack of medical bills and a tattered couch.

When he looks at me from across the room, I see the glint in his eyes, and that makes us rivals.

He knows it. So do I. Every day in the newsroom is a battle. Every night in his bed, war. But it's my heart at stake, and I fear I'll be raising the white flag.