The Bet

<p><strong><em>When it comes to life's fun and games always know:</em></strong></p><p><strong><em>The rules.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em>What's at stake.</em></strong></p><p><strong><em>When to quit.</em></strong></p><p><br></p><p>Wise words from...well...my fortune cookie. But wise words nonetheless.</p><p><br></p><p>I just wish the Fortune Cookie People had considered how hard the whole knowing when to quit would be to carry out when a woman like me is gambling with her feelings.</p><p><br></p><p>Heart-palpitating vageen-tingling butterflies-in-my-belly <em>feelings</em> for a noncommittal hot-as-sin player by the name of Jude Winslow.</p><p><br></p><p>After a crazy night where we were both pretending to be someone else I've found myself immersed in the fun of the fling.</p><p>The thrill.</p><p>The irresistible charm.</p><p>The <em>pleasure </em>of being with a man like him.</p><p><br></p><p>Problem is I'm <em>positive </em>he's the exact opposite of husband material and that is a <em>serious</em> issue for someone who is fixated on finding her happily ever after.</p><p><br></p><p>I know the rules and I know the stakes oh wise Fortune Cookie.</p><p><br></p><p>Now I'd just like to know how close to self-destruction I have to get before I find the will to quit Jude Winslow.</p><p><br></p><p><em>Goodness knows when your heart is on the line you can't ante up your bet with an IOU. </em></p>