For Gloria, Stan, Katie, Rafa, and Matt.
I don’t have in-laws. I only have family.
And also for Paul,
even though he has all the dominant genes.
This one is for me.
And also for Paul.
But mostly for me.
For all the people who tipped well at Friendly’s, enabling me to save up or my first computer, a Mac SE. (And hard drive—thanks, Dad!)
And also for Paul, even though he has totally flaked on his promise to turn said computer into a fish tank.
For my readers. Without you, I couldn’t have the coolest job in the world.
And also from Paul, for precisely the same reason.
For Lyssa Keusch. Because you’re my editor. Because you’re my friend.
And also for Paul. Just because.
For Steve Axelrod, for a hundred different reasons. (But especially the caviar!)
And also for Paul, even though he seems to think I’m the sort of person who likes to share caviar.
For the women on avonloop, colleagues and friends all—thanks for giving me someone to talk to all day long. Your support and friendship have meant more to me that I could ever say.
And for Paul, even though the closest thing you’d ever find to a romance in his field is a lecture called “The Kiss of Death.”
For Danelle Harmon and Sabrina Jeffries, without whom I never would have turned this book in on time.
And for Martha of The Romance Journal electronic bulletin board, for suggesting I call it Daphnes’s Bad Heir Day.
And also for Paul, even though his idea of dancing is standing still while he holds my hand and watches me twirl.
For Tillie, sister of my heart.
And also for Paul, even though I still think you should have gone for the Jedi Knighthood.