“How about a wager? Let’s play one full game. If I win, I get to take you on a date.” I hum. “And if I win?” “Whatever you want,” he answers, far too easily. “Whatever I want?” I repeat with a mocking gasp, and his eyes gleam with curiosity. I think about it for a minute. “Alright, Mr. Reeves. If you win, we go on a date—but if I win, I want an office with a view just like yours.” “You’re on, Elena.” He grabs my hand and I giggle as he brings us to one of the free lanes. Christian rolls first, lining up his shot and hitting nine pins on his first, and the last pin on his second for a spare.
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