9

Kendall

Coincidences.

There were times that were so ironic, so mind-blowing, that I had to pinch myself. That was what I’d done when I laid eyes on Dominick, sitting across the table from me in a deliciously handsome, dark suit, a silver striped tie, and the scent of shower and lust wafting over from him.

Really, what were the chances that the man I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about was my sister’s lawyer?

And now, he was staring at me, waiting for an answer to a question that was completely insane.

Me … acting … on a reality TV show?

No.

But the grin on his lips, the promise in his eyes, told me he believed in me. That he wanted this for me, that he was going to make it happen.

I just had to say yes.

I set down my coffee that I’d been holding against my mouth, clearing the thickness from my throat, and glanced at my lap. If I looked at my sister, I knew what her expression would show—her opinion was more than clear. But I needed a moment that wasn’t influenced by her to breathe