Lana.
"Kiss the guy at the bar," my friends dared between hoots of laughter.
There was no way I was going to lose this one.
"Fine," I said. I had decided this even before I turned around to look at him.
So I walked up to the stranger and... kissed him.
Officially, I'm blaming the alcohol that was running in my veins, but secretly, it was something I'd never confess to. The man was something else to look at. Tall, broad, well...