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chest and then he laughed. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
    “Do you expect me to apologize?”
    “No. But that doesn’t mean we’re sleeping together either. I don’t have sex on the first date.”
    “Was this a date?”
    “See? We haven’t even gone on a date yet. What kind of guy do you think I am?”
    “A really nice guy,” she answered honestly. “So when are we going to have our first date?”
    “How about Friday? Seven o’clock?”
    “Hmmm…I’ll have to check my calendar.” She smiled. “That sounds great! See you then.” She plucked the note from her windshield and fisted it before getting into her car. Jason, being the gentleman he was, opened her door for her and gave her a flirty smile as she slipped into the seat.
    She read the scribbled message— Call me. We need to talk. —then slipped it into her wallet, taking a quick peek at Monica’s driver’s license while she had it handy. Monica’s middle name was Irene. Oh well. Hopefully Jason would forget her little fib. Closing her wallet and dropping it back in her purse, she started the car, opened the window and said “goodnight, sweet dreams”, in the huskiest voice she could manage.
    His laughter echoed in her head all the way home. And her dreams were sweet that night as well. Very sweet.

Chapter Six
     
    Monday morning, Jane went to work early, hoping to catch Monica before she got into the office. She sat in the parking lot, waiting for her little subcompact car and her five-foot-two, plain-Jane body to arrive.
    But what she saw wasn’t what she’d expected.
    It seemed that Monica had made a few improvements. In fact, Jane hardly recognized her own body!
    Her hair was darker, cut with shaggy, sexy layers around her face and very shiny. And her clothes fit her just snug enough to make the most of her curves.
    Gasp! Monica had made her into a babe.
    That wasn’t the only change Monica had made. The car was new. Fire engine red. And a convertible of all things!
    All Jane saw were dollar signs. New hair, new clothes, new car. Had Monica maxed out all her credit cards in a week? Jane couldn’t exactly kill her if she had.
    “Monica!” Feeling really strange looking at her own body from the outside, Jane dashed across the parking lot.
    “ Jane!” Monica smoothed her black skirt down her legs. “We need to talk.”
    God, her voice sounded strange. “Yeah, we need to talk. Where’s my car?” Jane asked, pointing at the convertible.
    “Where’s my Lexus?” Monica pointed at the Honda.
    “Long story.” Jane motioned toward the building. “Want to talk inside? We can use your office.”
    “Sure.”
    Jane hurried inside, unlocking the door with her key. She was relieved to see that no one else had made it in yet. They’d hopefully get at least an hour to talk things through in private before the rest of the staff made it in.
    They both ran to Monica’s office and headed for the leather chair behind Monica’s desk. Monica made it there first.
    “Maybe I should sit there, just in case Mr. Kaufmann comes in,” Jane suggested.
    “Oh. Yeah. I forgot.” Monica shuffled around the desk and sat in the chair opposite Jane. “What happened? Why am I you? How do we change back?”
    “I don’t know. All I remember doing is making a silly wish and then the next morning I woke up in your bedroom.”
    “This is your fault! What were you making a wish like that for?”
    “That’s another long story I’d like to avoid right now if I could. Besides, how do you know it’s my fault? How many wishes have you had come true?”
    “I guess it doesn’t matter. Can you un-wish it? I’d like my body back, if you don’t mind. Not that there’s anything wrong with yours.”
    “Thanks. I think. I want my body back too but I don’t know how to make it happen. Heck, for all I know it wasn’t my wish that caused this. And even if it was I don’t know if I can un-wish it. I never expected it to come true. I’ve never had a