Relief ripples across her expression. “What do you want if you win?” I don’t need to think about it. “A kiss.” “A kiss?” she echoes, eyes wide. “That surprises you?” “Well . . . no. I guess not. But you could have had anything.” “There’s nothin’ else I want.” Her cheeks flush a pretty shade of pink, and my heart thumps in answer. “Better get to it, then.”
