“You got your cash?” I grin. “I’ve got somebody’s money,” Adrik says, pulling it out of his pocket. “Now remember,” I say sternly, “you’re trying to keep as much as you can.” “I already want to give it all to you.” I laugh. “But then you lose the bet.” Adrik frowns, trying to recover his competitive fire. “Okay. I’m gonna keep this money. No matter how tempting you look. No matter how sexy you are when you dance … oh Jesus, this is so unfair.”
