Page 57 of IOU

She scrambles to press the button, not questioning if I’m sure.

The button lights up green.

“How did you know that?” Her forehead wrinkles.

“I told you I go to class.”

“No, you don’t. I’ve never seen you on campus.”

Ah. This is what I needed. My chest is already feeling lighter, my pulse slowing with every sentence. “I’ve never seen you on campus either. Does that mean you don’t attend class as well?”

The lips I kissed mere hours ago purse, drawing my eyes to their fullness.

“Why do you never like to answer questions about yourself?”

I cock a brow. “Why do you always ask so many questions?”

I love getting under her skin. It’s better than poker.

“Ugh. You’re impossible.”

That I am.

“And you’re about to lose.”

“Shit!”

She hurries and presses the button for the next question. “Which of the following phrases begins a professional dart match? Game on, fire away, or drink up?”

She has no clue. The wide-eyed expression confirms it.

“That’s an easy one,” I muse.

“Well then, help me!”

“How much is it worth to you?”

She narrows her eyes, her cheek indenting. The look is violent. “I will cut you, Maverick Lexington. Do not come between me and this game.”

She’s so cute when she’s attempting to be tough.

I close my mouth, pressing my lips together as if I’m not budging until she gives me what I want: a debt.

“Fine! Slide a damn card in my trash can later. Happy?”

“Very.”

Too happy. This has been the most fun I’ve had in months.

“Game on,” I answer.

She clicks the answer and gives a little squeal of delight when it turns green.

“You want to know what I think, Maverick?”

I snort out a laugh. “No, I don’t.”

“You’re getting it anyway.”

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