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He narrowed his eyes. "You know, not everyone has

heard of me. Why do I have to change my name?"

"Well, I had heard of the famous O.E. Orton when we

first met. And as soon as people find out who you are, they

expect things from you. I say you need a new name." She

cocked her head to the side. "What do those initials stand

for anyway?"

O.E.'s stomach knotted up. He hated those names and

had buried them years ago. He was O.E., nothing more.

It took a few seconds before he could grunt out the

answer. "Oscar Ezzo."

"Ezzo?"

"It's a long story."

"Fine, then introduce yourself as Oscar Ezzo. Drop

'Orton' completely. Everyone can still call you O.E. Just lose

the bravado and the billionaire boast."

O.E. grinned defiantly. He welcomed a challenge like

this, and looked forward to showing Kay Samson what he

was made of. Their first encounter hadn't gone too well, but

they had gotten past that and were friends now.

"You're betting me that I can't do it? Ha! Watch me.

What are we betting?"

"Well, I don't imagine that I have enough money to

interest you, so it will have to be something else. Why don't

we each pick our terms? What do you want from me if you

win?"

What wouldn't I want from her? Kay was alarmingly

gorgeous: a cute face, sparkling green eyes, blonde pixie

hair, and a bombshell figure. O.E. forced himself to stop

thinking about all the inappropriate things he wanted from

his best friend's wife and focus on something attainable. He

rubbed his chin, then gave Kay a big smile. "If I win, you

have to come surfing with me at my beach house in Malibu.

You can bring the big guy along, too." He nodded at Dan.

"I'm going to teach you how to surf."

"You have a beach house in Malibu?" She paused for a

second, staring across the room, then turned back to look

at O.E. "Okay then. Here's the bet. Dan and I are leaving

soon for our honeymoon. We'll be gone five weeks. While

we're gone, you have to find a woman to surf with you in

Malibu without telling her who you are or how much

money you have. And this can't be someone you pick up on

the street and whisk out there. She has to know you and like

you enough to fly there with you. If you can do that, we'll

stop on our way back from the honeymoon and have

ourselves a surf party."

"Have you seen my Malibu beach house? This is not a

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