“I’ll give you three guesses—one per day—and if you don’t figure it out by the third time we meet up, I’ll tell you.” Taylor bit his lip. He normally hated guessing games, but for some reason this one was intriguing. This one got him all hot and bothered. “Do I get a reward if I get it right?” he asked as he came around the car. Jet stroked his hand from Taylor’s wrist to his bicep, and Taylor was damn sure that wasn’t something he needed to do. “Maybe. You can let me know what you want, and I’ll decide after that.”
