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“I think it’s funny you think I’m the one who will fall in love.” Dancing in the reflection of her eyes, amusement mingles with the confidence that’s come soaring back. “Between the two of us, my money is on you being a goner before we reach first base.”
Funny.
She’s cute.
Running my fingers under her chin, I reply, “First base? I’m calling it now. You won’t even make it up to bat by New Year’s Eve before you trip over your feelings for me.”
When she crosses her arms over her chest, that fire I’ve lit inside her is such a turn-on.
Sexy.
“New Year’s, huh? How much do you want to bet, Big Shot?” She pokes me in the chest. “I’m not afraid of putting something of value on the line. My love doesn’t come easy, especially when falling for you.”
I tip back, slamming my hand to my chest. “Ouch.” But then I stand to my full height and smirk. “I don’t need your money, sweetheart.”
“How about my trade secrets?”
“I wouldn’t throw that in the ring because I might just take you up on it. And if you win?”
“I get a space in the shopping center.”
Betting her business at any level is not what I expected. I search her eyes for any residual effects from almost kissing me that might have led to this, and ask, “Kiosk or shop?” I’m not an idiot despite what my father thinks.
“Details to be determined once I win.” She takes an assured breath and straightens her shoulders.
There’s nothing in her expression that gives me doubt that this is exactly what she wants to bet. “I’m in. How do you want to seal this deal?”
“How about—”
I kiss her, running my fingers into the hair at the back of her head and holding her to me. Her lips part. Gripping the back of my neck, she pulls me lower to deepen it until our tongues are tangling together.
When I win, I’ll have the best of both worlds: the honey and the girl.
