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“Never have I ever been to a party with Prince Harry.” He drank.
She pulled her feet down and sat straight up, leaning forward, in one fluid, whiplash movement. “Shut. Up.”
“Well, not with him, but I met him. Nice bloke.”
“Okay, that is way better than any famous person I’ve met.” Her gaze softened. “Is he as tall and gorgeous as I think?”
Jamie chuckled. “I have no idea. How tall and gorgeous do you think he is?”
“Super gorgeous.” She slid him a glance that clearly said, “duh.” Propping her feet back up, she settled into the couch once more. “And he’s six inches taller than me. And nine months older. In other words, we’d be perfect for each other.” She sent him another look, this one full of self-mockery. “I’ve been planning our wedding since I was ten. Just ask Alaina.”
“Well, it seems you ought to meet him then.”
She bolted upright again. “You could make that happen?”
“Probably not. Sorry. Anyway, I think he has a girlfriend now.”
She slouched back with a dejected sigh. “I know.”
“I’m six-one,” Jamie said, recalling the prince was maybe the same height or just slightly taller. “Not nearly as good looking though.”
Crystal tipped her head to the side and studied him. “You’re no Prince Harry, but you’re cute.”
“I’ll take that. Your turn.”
“Let’s see... Never have I ever made out with a celebrity.” This time she took a drink.
“You going to kiss and tell?” When she shook her head, he prodded for more information. “Just making out?”
She peered at him over the top of her glass. “How naughty do you want to take this game?”
Her sultry look heated his body once more. “If you recall, I was all for the stripping part. In fact, there’s been a disappointing lack of that.”
A smile teased her lips. “I see. Honestly, if it wasn’t so cold out, I’d suggest a dip in the hot tub. I think that’s uncovered at least.”
“Can it be too cold if the water is over a hundred degrees?”
“Good point. But I don’t have a suit.”
“Neither do I. Never have I ever gone skinny dipping.” He sipped his beer. “In a hot tub.” He drank again. “With a hot blonde.” This time he didn’t drink but simply stared at her in open invitation.
“She pulled her feet from the table and rose from the couch. “There are towels in the locker room. Give me a head start.”