EXCERPT ONE:
“There you are, Boo!” Michelle ran over and threw her arms around him. 

Finn seemed to freeze in place, his arms remaining where they’d been at his side. “Huh?” 

“Please,” she hissed in his ear. “Go along with this and I’ll make it worth your while.” 

“Go along with what?” 

“Long story, I’ll explain later. For now, pretend you’re my boyfriend.”

Hands on her waist, he set her back a step, eyes narrowed. “Have you been drinking?” 

“No. I wish! Listen, there’s someone here I need to impress.” 

“With me?” He quirked a brow. 

“Well, you’ll do.” 

He scowled. “I’m not interested in pretending. I know you’re a lawyer and this is your life but the rest of us don’t lie to people daily. Excuse me.” 

He tried to step aside but she grabbed him by the lapels of his navy peacoat and planted a kiss on him. Nothing too crazy as she wasn’t big on PDA especially when she actually knew people were watching. Arthur hadn’t taken his eyes off them since she ran over here. Still, Finn’s lack of resistance surprised her. So did the buzz through her body. Finn was not a terrible kisser, as it turned out. And dear Lord he smelled good. 

When she broke the kiss Finn was staring at her with mossy green eyes. It was a look that said he thought she should be committed to the nearest mental hospital, and the idea made him a little sad. 

Well, she could work with that.

EXCERPT TWO:
“I’ve prepared a short biography about my life. Everything you need to know should be in here.” 

“Is that right?” He flipped through the stapled three-page long document and whistled. “Well, well. Summa Cum Laude from Texas A&M. Congratulations to me. I love a smart woman. But everything isn’t in here.” 

“What’s missing?” 

“Favorite color.” 

“That’s not important.” She crossed her arms. 

“Sure is. Favorite color tells a lot about a person.” 

“Like what?” 

“Whether you’re a happy person or an angry one.” Finn was just making this up as he went along. It was fun to argue with her. 

“I disagree and it does not tell you a thing. That’s faulty logic. You assume a favorite color can’t change daily. What if I like blue one day and yellow the next?” 

“C’mon! Everybody has a favorite color. Don’t be obtuse about this.” 

“I don’t have one, actually, because I disagree with your theory.” 

“Well, you better pick one, quick, because you’re half a person without it.” He shook his head.

“What’s your favorite color?” She snapped her fingers. “Quick!”

She was trying to catch him in an inconsistency and damn if he’d let her even if his favorite color also changed weekly. “Easy. It’s blue.”

“Okay, that was fast.” 

“It isn’t a lie. Go ahead, pick one.” 

“Fine, I like bright colors like hot pink. Sometimes yellow and orange depending on my mood. Are you happy?”

“Ecstatic.”