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LOVE. SEX. DESTINY. AND A SIX-FOOT-FOUR PSYCHIC IN A BRIDESMAID'S DRESS?
HONEY, YOU DON'T KNOW JACK...
Jamie Peters no longer believes in true love -- but true idiots, true scumbags, and true moochers? Yes, yes, yes. Just look at her checkered dating history for proof. So she's more than a little skeptical when her cross-dressing psychic tells her she's about to meet her soul mate. And then it happens. A knight in shining armor steps between her and a mugger on a subway platform. A regular, honest, upright Jack...
Jonathon Davidson doesn't believe in destiny or lying to beautiful women as a rule. But now that Jamie thinks he's just an ordinary guy, how can he possibly tell her that he's really (A) her roommate's brother, (B) a millionaire to boot, and (C) the jerk who's investigating her application to his grandfather's charitable trust because she may be involved in something illegal? Yeah, rhetorical question. He can't -- resist Jamie's luscious curves, that is. At least long enough to say, "Hi, my name is Big Liar. Let's get naked."
Sometimes, destiny sucks...