CHAPTER ONE
JuneCupid wore a kilt. I blinked at the garish logo of the dating agency, wishing I was somewhere else. If Anna hadn't sat next to me, I'd have left half an hour ago.
"Don't look like you're about to be tortured and burned at the stake," Anna whispered. "This will be fun."
She was my best friend, but sometimes, I wanted to throttle her.
If only I hadn't agreed to that bet. I'd been drunk out of my mind and it had seemed like a good idea at the time. In retrospect, it was clear that Anna had tricked me. She knew I was rubbish at darts. She knew that I couldn't resist a challenge. And she'd made me drunk as a sailor by keeping me supplied with mojitos.
Now I was trapped.
"I'm only going to sign up," I told her firmly. "I won't reply if they find a match."
Anna rolled her e
