It had sounded like such a good idea when Allison first proposed it. Make a bet with Ian, and get him to go on a date with me, where I give clearer hints about my feelings for him. Easy, right?

Wrong.

Because I'm sitting across from Ian at this new restaurant, fiddling with my cutlery while I try not to let him notice. I know it might be just me, but the atmosphere between us is so awkward, I'm surprised a waiter hasn't stepped in to comment on it.

My hands feel too stiff to handle my fork and knife. I seem to have suddenly forgotten how to cut into...