“Bingo?” he mouthed. “Really?” She scrawled in her notebook and turned it so he could see. Loser buys coffee next time. After a moment, he wrote a response on his legal pad. His gaze steady, he watched her read his message. What does the winner get? Whatever he or she wants, her fingers wrote, entirely without direction from her brain. Like he had at the sight of her copy room striptease, he went very still for a moment. His lips parted, and his handwriting became a bit choppy. High stakes indeed. They were. Higher than any she’d allowed for a long, long time.
