“What do I get when I win the bet?” “When?” I blow out a long breath and reach behind her to grip the edge of the sink. The move brings us too close to pretend it’s just my heart thumping like crazy. “No, darlin’. If you win.” “If I win, what do I get?” she corrects herself. “Name it.” Her brow curves. “Anything?” “Anything.” “Wanda’s number.”
