Propping my hands on my hips, I stare him down. “What do you have in mind?”
“Can you two do anything without making a bet on it?”
“No.” We answer Scott at the same time.
“Fine. Get in position.” Scott holds the medicine ball out between the two of us as we step onto the wooden platform.
“Ready?”
Each of us grabs onto the ball. The slightest brush of his fingertips against mine has goose bumps breaking out on my skin.
I really hate that he still has this effect on me.
So much for trying to play it cool.
“Go.”
Scott drops his hold on the ball and my grip tightens. I used to hate these kinds of exercises. But now I love them. Using this body, feeling myself regain lost strength—it’s a powerful feeling.
“About this bet…” Logan stares down at me.
I’m on high alert being this close to him. The soft smell of his soap. His gentle touch. The way his eyes are fixed on mine and unmoving.
If I weren’t as far along in my recovery, it’d throw me. Have me faltering immediately.
But I don’t.
My competitive streak is alive and well. And I want to use it to best Logan Winchester.
“What do you care to wager?”
“How about another date?” He quirks a brow down at me.
“That’s too easy.”
“So you want another date then?” His mouth pulls up in a smile.
Damn it. I played my hand too easily.
“I want something else.”
The tip of Logan’s finger brushes over mine. It sends a thrill racing through me.
“Stop trying to throw me off my game.”
“I’m doing no such thing.”
He dips his head closer. His warm breath ghosts over my cheek. “Then tell me what you want if I lose.”
What do I want?
I want another date with him. I want to spend time with him. I want… God, I want everything he’ll give me right now.
I want…
A lightbulb goes off.
One that will hopefully mean I win this game and bring Logan to his knees.
