“I’ll take that bet—what are the stakes?” He leaned toward me. “Uh…twenty bucks?” I took a step back. “Ember…” his voice warned. His eyes pierced me, and I was starting to feel like goo inside. “What would you want?” My voice had a mind of its own; it dropped an octave to a husky whisper. “You in those strappy shoes from earlier.” Oh my. I let out a breath. I could do that. “No peace pipe and I wear the shoes.” “Only the shoes.”
