“No orgasms until we reach California,” I say.
Cash mumbles, “Sounds good to me,” under his breath.
Wilder leans back in his chair and studies me like I just handed him a puzzle he’s determined to solve.
“You’re really confident about this,” he says slowly.
I shrug. “I know you.”
His grin widens. “Blondie, you’re forgetting something.”
“What?”
“I like winning.”
Wilder crosses his arms over his chest and I resist the urge to admire his biceps.
“What?” I raise an eyebrow as the corner of his lips tips up.
“Deal, Blondie,” he agrees.
I smile, pleased with myself.
“What are we wagering?” Wilder asks.
“Depends,” I quip. “What do you want to wager?”
Wilder’s teeth sink into his lower lip. “Skinny dip in the Pacific Ocean.”
I smirk. “Is that what you want?”
He gives me a devilish look. “Yes.”
Cash clears his throat. “I don’t have to—”
“No,” Wilder and I say at the same time.
Cash looks relieved. “Oh, good.”
“We saw enough last night,” Wilder adds. “Don’t make it weird.”
Despite myself, I laugh a little.
“Your turn, Blondie,” Wilder says. “What do you want to wager?”
What do I want? I want a lifetime with Wilder.
I know how that sounds. We’re young. We’re still figuring things out.
But I spent four years with Cash thinking I knew what I wanted. Turns out, I didn’t.
I didn’t want the Country Club dinners or the fancy parties.
I just wanted Wilder.
And now that we’ve been together for a year, I want more.
“We move in together,” I say to Wilder.
