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  “What?” Charlie said, startled.

  “You said it would be no problem.” Allie shrugged. “Put your money where your… mouth is.”

  “Allie, that isn’t funny.”

  Allie smiled at him, triumphant. “I rest my case. I knew you wouldn’t even try it.”

  “Did you?” Charlie leaned back. “All right. Fine. We’re celibate until November first. No problem.”

  “Really?” Allie said.

  “Really,” Charlie said.

  The phone began to ring.

  Allie laughed nervously and stood up, putting Sam back in his basket as she rose. “Well, I’d love to stay and chat with callers, but I’ve got to be a producer now. You started this, you talk about it.”

  He watched Allie leave the booth and then turned back to the mike. “She would pick a month with thirty-one days. Okay, folks, while Allie’s hooking up the caller…” Somebody tapped him on the shoulder and he turned to see Stewart. “What?”

  Stewart handed him a tape.

  “Our engineer has just shown up with a tape in hand. Special request, Stewart? This isn’t like you…” Charlie’s voice trailed off as he read the label. “Oh, very funny. Okay, here’s Stewart the comedian’s request.”

  Charlie shoved in the cassette, and the Rolling Stones blared out “I Can’t Get No Satisfaction.” He flipped off the sound and swung around to face Stewart.

  “So now how much trouble are we in with this one?”

  “I’m not in any.” Stewart grinned. “You’re the one that’s not going to get laid for a month in front of the whole city.”

  “Oh, big deal.” Charlie stood up and stretched. “Lots of people go without for months, years, a lifetime. Priests do it.”

  “Yeah, but you’re not a priest.” Stewart turned to go. “Listen, if you need anybody to meet your emotional needs, don’t come to me. I don’t do that wimpy stuff.”

  “Thanks, Stewart,” Charlie said. “I knew you’d be there for me.”

  * * *

  Allie had his sheets and pillowcases on the couch for him when he got home.

  “Here’s another nice mess you’ve gotten us into, Ollie,” she said, and he said, “Me? Wait a minute,” but she’d already slammed her bedroom door behind her.

  He sighed and stripped down to his shorts, too tired to argue. At least from now on he’d be getting some sleep. There was an improvement. Of course, if he had to choose between cataclysmic, head-banging sex and sleep, he’d choose the sex, but since the choice was now moot, he could see the bright side.

  An hour later, he couldn’t see the bright side.

  He was so tired, he was punch-drunk, but he couldn’t get to sleep. He tossed on the couch, tried sleeping sitting up, stretched out and took deep breaths, counted sheep, goats and German shepherds, and finally, as the numbers on the digital clock rolled around to 3:30, he gave up.

  He picked up his pillow and went in to Allie.

  She stirred when he threw his pillow on the bed, mumbled something and then fell back asleep.

  “Glad to see you missed me,” he told her body and then climbed in beside her, rolling so his back was to her and his rear end was warmly against hers.

  He was asleep in less than a minute.

  Beside him, Allie listened to him snore and gave herself the luxury of one wriggle against him. It was stupid to have missed just the weight of him in her bed, but she had. She smiled to herself and fell asleep for the first time that night.

  * * *

  When he woke up the next morning, Charlie found he’d rolled over in the night and had wrapped himself around Allie, his leg slung over hers and his hand over her breast. It was definitely one of his favorite positions, and the temptation to throw the bet was overwhelming, especially when she stirred against him stretching so that his lips were against her neck and her back slid against his front, and he went dizzy for a moment at the powdery, sleepy scent of her.

  And then she woke up enough to mumble, “I knew you couldn’t do it,” and her voice was fat with sleep and satisfaction, and he remembered he’d have to concede in front of thousands of people, letting down not only his fans but his entire gender.

  “Ha.” He rolled out of bed. “No problem.”

  “Twenty-nine more days,” Allie murmured to his retreating back. “And you’re already groping me in the morning.”

  * * *

  The morning paper had a small notice at the bottom that due to misinformation, the picture in the previous day’s paper was not of Charlie Tenniel, but was instead Charlie Tenniel’s homosexual roommate.

  “Now, this sort of makes me mad,” Charlie said to Joe. “Using you to trash me. Is this their idea of a slur, to imply I’m gay? It’s too subtle to tell.”

  “It’s subtle enough to screw things up with David,” Joe said. “He’s already noticed that you and I are good friends. He just dealt with it because he thought you were sleeping with Allie.”

  “I am sleeping with Allie.” Charlie put the paper down. “Which, by the way, I announced to Tuttle last night. You have no problems with David. Who’s doing this newspaper stuff?”

  “My guess? The mayor.” Joe picked up his coffee cup. “The word is that the new city building is dead. You cost that man a lot of money. And then there’s Roger Preston, who is pretty sure to be indicted on price-fixing.” He frowned. “You really did tell the world you were sleeping with Allie? That’s not like you.”

  “It slipped.” Charlie stared down at the paper. The mayor and Roger Preston were good guesses, but there were also these drug rumors about the station he kept tripping over. Anyone who wanted him fired would figure that bad publicity would make Bill get rid of him. Maybe he had another enemy. “Suppose it wasn’t the mayor or Preston. Suppose it was somebody else who was mad at me. Who else would have this kind of clout?”

  “I don’t know.” Joe stood up and carried his coffee cup to the sink. “I should think the mayor and Preston would be enough for anybody. Why did you tell the world about Allie?”

  Charlie groaned, remembering. “We have a bet. We’re going to be celibate for a month and see who gives in first.”

  Joe snorted with laughter. “That should be a close call. Whatever possessed you to do something like that?”

  “Allie,” Charlie said gloomily. “Ever since I met her, I’ve been doing one dumb thing after another.”

  “A smart man would leave her alone,” Joe pointed out.

  “Well, that’s what I’m going to be doing for the next month,” Charlie said.

  Then Allie shuffled out, her hair all tousled. “You know, it took me forever to fall asleep last night. This is all your fault.”

  Charlie winced. “Thanks, I needed that.” He tossed the paper to her and stood up to go. “Here. Read this. Things just keep getting better and better for us.”

  * * *

  Charlie was slightly more cheerful when he went on the air that night. “And a great big thank-you to all of you folks who called in last night to say that my significant other has rocks in her head and that men are much stronger than women. And for the other half of you who supported Allie, hey, just wait.

  “I’d also like to thank Allie for wearing the most disgusting bathrobe she could find this morning and for not combing her hair before breakfast. Say what you will about the little lady, she plays fair. And now, just for Allie, here’s the Pointer Sisters.”

  He shoved the slide up and “Slow Hand” began.

  Harry ambled in on his way home. “You might want to keep your joviality level down a little,” he said, passing over Charlie’s coffee. “That way, when you get crazy later in the month, the change won’t be so noticeable.”

  “So, you’re on Allie’s side.” Charlie said. “I’m hurt.”

  “In general, no,” Harry said. “In this case, yes. You’ll never make it.”

  “Hey,” Charlie said. “Look at me. Do I look tense?”

  “It’s only been twenty-four hours,” Harry s