“What the hell are you doing? That’s my paddle.” “Yes.” She looked entirely too calm for someone who’d just dropped that kind of money. I leaned in close, suddenly worried that she’d lost her mind. “Misty, can you even afford that?” “No.” She stretched out the word, and then her lips formed a catlike smile. “That’s why Lucas is paying.” I reeled back. “What?” “You didn’t think he was going to let anyone else win, did you?”
