Page 4 of A Chance at Love

Behind me, somebody bumps into me. I use the opportunity as an excuse to take a half-step closer to Whitney. I can see her chest rise as she draws in a breath. She’s close enough now that I could kiss her. And, fuck, do I want to. But I’m not going to kiss her. Not yet. Not like this.

“How have you been?” I ask.

“Good,” she says. She smiles again, more wryly this time. That smile. It makes my cock twitch. “I mean, obviously, I’m not rich or married, since I’m here. But life’s not bad.”

“That’s your life goal, huh?” I say. “To be rich and married? I never knew that about you.”

She laughs. “Yep. If I’m not a billionaire with three husbands by the time I’m thirty, I’m going to consider myself a failure.”

I tsk my tongue and shake my head. “You’ve changed, kid.”

She bites down on the inside of her lips, keeping a grin under control.

Then, a slight blush rising in her cheeks, she says, “You’ve changed, too, Leo.”

It’s true. I’m not the scrawny kid I was in high school. And she’s not the thin, slightly-awkward-in-her-own-body girl she was. I mean, I thought she was gorgeous back then. Every single inch of her. But now she’s a bombshell.

“So what do you think, Whit? Should we team up and win this thing?”

She smiles at me. “You really think we could win?”

The fact that I technically can’t win the show flits through my mind. Fuck. How am I supposed to give up this opportunity to be with Whitney again, though?

“How bad do you want the money?” I ask.

Whitney looks at me like I’m nuts. “Um, fifty thousand? Pretty fucking bad.” She studies me. “Don’t you?”

I want you more.

“Of course,” I say, clearing my throat. “I’ll do whatever it takes to get it.”

Maybe I can talk my sister-in-law into some kind of compromise. Maybe Whitney can take home the whole hundred thousand. Maybe…

“Let’s do it,” says Whitney.

It takes every goddamn cell in my body not to kiss her right then.

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