“I get that. I compete for a living. So where does that leave us? Who won our bet?”
She thinks about it for a second. “I still think I did the same job ninety-nine percent of the bogus fortune tellers out there would do. So I sorta won.”
“Sorta?” I tilt my head to look at her. “Why just sorta?”
A small smile pulls at the corners of her lips. “Because I admit that I cheated a little.”
My eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “You cheated? How?”
“I knew you had a big family. Talia told me that she has four siblings earlier while she and Sam helped me and Jo-Jo to unload my car.”
I gasp, pretending to be affronted, but I can’t totally hide my smile. “Taryn! Shame on you.”
“I know.” She hangs her head. “But four out of five of the things I said were pretty good.”
She’s so cute, I can’t help but want to throw her a lifeline. “I agree. So how about we agree that we both won a little?”
Taryn takes a couple of steps closer to me, stopping just short of our chests touching. “You really do want that kiss, huh?”
I do. So, so very badly. “Yes. But not like this.”
It’s Taryn’s turn to tilt her head. “Come again?”
I close the distance between us, moving a strand of long, silky blond hair off her shoulder and cupping the side of her face. “I want to kiss you because you want me to. Not because of a bet. But you did a good job on four out of five of your predictions, so I’m going to buy you that souvenir.”
To my surprise, Taryn turns me down. “I want a memory of this night, but I want to earn it fair and square. How about we both earn what we want?”
I blink a little, confused and intoxicated by the warm, subtle floral scent of her skin. “How?”
“We earn me a souvenir by winning it at one of the many stands that have games on the pier. And if you play your cards right, you’ll have earned that kiss by the time we call it a night.”
A smile spreads across my face. I think she wants to kiss me too.
“Come on.” Taryn grabs my hand, pulling me away from the railing opposite the fortune teller’s stand and toward the end of the pier. “Those prizes aren’t going to win themselves.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
FOLLOW YOUR HEART
COLSEN
The ride I booked drops me off by the training center, and I don’t even thank the driver.
Usually I’m not this rude, but I’ve been wrapped up in my own head the entire time it took to go from the pier in downtown Star Cove to the center at the edge of town.
Maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick to call it a night and come home.
It’s not like I was in the mood to party, far from it.
But I can’t get the new girl out of my head.
Taryn.
Absolutely gorgeous.
Her long blonde hair looked so soft that I was dying to run my fingers through it while looking into her stunning green eyes.
Her lips looked perfect, pouty enough that they seemed to be begging to be kissed.
