“I’ve earned at least a few points for dispatching those bandits.” “Is my hand in marriage a point-based system? Are we going to joust to see who gets to decide where to hold the wedding reception?” I asked sarcastically. “What better way to prove myself? How about we make a bet.” Fallon rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “If I can rack up enough points to win you by the end of our task, you agree to be mine. How many points would I need to win your heart?” “One thousand,” I said instantly. He balked and eyed me like I was a crazy woman. “You’re a stingy one.”
