Page 38 of Freedom's Kiss
Adam stepped up to the counter and handed over a credit card. “Bundle five, please.”
The teenage rang Adam up and handed his card back with a receipt and instructions on where to find the mini-golf clubs and balls, as well as directions to the go-carts and batting cages.
Returning his wallet to his back pocket, he scanned the arcade before looking back down at her with that smug lift to his face. “So what shall our terms to the bet be?”
What would be something that would wipe the egotistical, self-assured smirk off his face? Something to bring him down a peg… Maybe something embarrassing like he said he did with his brothers. An idea formed, and she tried to refrain from looking too pleased with herself. “If I win, you have to let Trent pick out an apron for you to wear at Southern Charm for a week.”
He scrubbed his hand along the side of his cheek. “You do realize what kind of frou-frou getup he’d find for me, don’t you?”
Olivia rocked forward on her toes, chest light for the first time that day. Adam had been right. She’d definitely needed a distraction. “That’s kind of what I’m counting on.”
“Hmmm…” He eyed her like she was evil. “And if I win?”
She shrugged. “You won’t.”
“You seem awfully confident.”
“I don’t like to lose.”
“And I’m unaccustomed to it.”
“Then maybe it’s time for you to get reacquainted with the feeling.”
At that he threw back his head and laughed, then swung his arm around her shoulders. She sucked in a breath but forced her muscles to stay relaxed.
“I concede. However,ifI win, then you’ll have to spend an evening on the street corner by the food truck bringing in customers by some creative means.”
“That sounds vague.”
He lowered his arm and thrust out his hand, eyes sparkling. “Have we got a deal?”
She placed her hand in his, and his fingers enclosed around hers in a firm grip. “Let the games begin.”
