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Calvin Morrisey just to pay David back. But then she'd have no way of getting even with Calvin Morrisey. God, she was dumb. Fat and dumb, there was a winning combo.
    "What's wrong?" Liza said when she was back at the bar. "Did you ask him?"
    "No. As soon as you finish your drinks, I'm ready to go." Min turned back to the balcony and caught sight of them, just as they caught sight of her.
    David's face was smug, but Calvin Morrisey clutched his drink and looked like he'd just seen Death.
    "There she is," David crowed. "I told you she'd be back. Go get her, champ."
    "Uh, David,"
Cal
began, consigning the gray-checked suit to the lowest circle of hell.
    "A bet's a bet."
    Cal
put his empty glass down on the rail and thought fast. The suit did not look happy, so the odds weren't impossible that she'd go for a chance to get out of the bar if he offered dinner. "Look, David, sex is not in the cards. I'm cheap, but I'm not slimy. You want to bet ten bucks on a pickup, fine, but that's it. Nothing with a future."
    David shook his head. "Oh, no, I'll bet on the pickup, too, ten bucks if you leave with her. But the ten thousand is still on. If you
lose .
. ." He smiled at
Cal
, drawing out the 'lose,' "you do a seminar for me for free."
    "David, I can't make that bet,"
Cal
said, trying another tack. "I have two partners who—"
    "I'm good for it," Tony said. "
Cal
never misses."
    Cal
glared at him. "Well,
Roger
isn't good for it."
    "Hey, Roger, you in?" Tony said, and Roger said, "Sure," without looking away from the blonde at the bar.
    "
Roger
,"
Cal
said.
    "She's the prettiest little thing I've ever seen," Roger said.
    "Roger, you just bet that I could get a woman into bed,"
Cal
said with great patience. "Now tell David you don't want to bet a ten-thousand-dollar refresher seminar on sex."
    "What?" Roger said, finally looking away from the blonde.
    "I said—"
Cal
began.
    "Why would you bet on something like that?" Roger said.
    "That's not the question," Tony said. "The question is, can he do it?"
    "Sure," Roger said. "But—"
    "Then we have a bet," David said.
    "No, we do not,"
Cal
said.
    "You don't think you can do it," David said. "You're losing it."
    "This is not about me,"
Cal
said, and then Cynthie slid back into the group and put her hand on his arm. She leaned into him, and he felt his blood heat right on cue.
    "She's over there waiting for you," David said, an edge in his voice.
    "She?" Cynthie's glow dimmed. "Are you seeing somebody?"
    Oh, hell
,
Cal
thought.
    "
Cal
?" David said.
    "
Cal
?" Cynthie said.
    "I
love
this," Tony said.
    "What?" Roger said.
    Cal
sighed. It was the suit or Cynthie, the rock or the soft place who wanted to get married. He detached her hand from his arm. "Yes, I'm seeing somebody. Excuse me."
    He pushed past Cynthie and David and headed for the bar, wishing them both the worst fate he could think of, that they'd end up together.
    Min watched Calvin Morrisey move toward the stairs. The beast. He thought that he could get her in a month, that she was so pathetic she'd just—
    Her brain caught up with her train of thought, and she straightened.
    "Will you tell us what's wrong?" Liza said.
    "A month," Min said.
    He walked down the steps and made his way through the crowd, ignoring the come-hither looks of the women he passed.
    He was coming to pick her up.
    Suppose she let him.
    Suppose for the next three weeks she made him pay by stringing him along and then took him to Di's wedding. He wouldn't leave her; he had to stick for a month to win his damn bet. All she had to do was say no to sex for three weeks, drag him to her sister's wedding, and then leave his ass cold.
    Min settled back against the bar and examined the idea from all sides. He more than deserved to be tortured for three weeks. And in that three weeks she could figure out a way to make David suffer, too. And her mother would have somebody beautiful to point out to people at the wedding as her date. It was a plan, and as far as