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She took another long sip of her coffee, watching me over the rim of her mug. I could get lost in her eyes, I thought, leaning forward slightly. “Okay, what else? Tell me what makes you different.”
She pressed her lips together, deep in thought. She chewed her bottom lip for a moment then looked amused. “Okay, here’s one. My family’s big on bets. All stupid kinds of bets really. Like right now, in our group chat, they’re betting on when the snowplows show up. The pot is up to seven hundred last I looked. Do you want in?”
I couldn’t help it, I grinned. “So let me get this straight, you like to bet.” I got up and headed to the cupboards, looking for cookies and landed on a box of shortbread.
I set it down between us, napkins to the side. She smiled and reached for a couple, setting them down on one of the napkins.
She broke a cookie in half. “It’s something I share with my brother and his best friend Charlie. It’s rubbed off on me over the years.”
I picked up a shortbread and took a bite. “What do you bet on?”
“Everything. Anything.” She looked at her silent phone. “It’s kinda how my brother met his girlfriend. They have the best meet-cute ever.”
“Did he lose a bet to go up to her or something?”
“No, lost a bet on a football game and had to play Santa.”
“And she sat on his lap?”
“How’d you know?”
“Seriously?” I’d gone with the craziest thing I could think of.
“In her defense, she thought he was a mannequin.”
I laughed. “Better than getting stranded with a rock star?”
“Not sure…” She eyed me carefully, and her eyes twinkled. “Not like we’re going to end up together,” she said with a small smile.
“Want to make a bet?” The words came out before I realized. I reached quickly for another cookie, breaking our look. I could see the surprise in her eyes at my words.
“What?”
“Want to make a bet,” I repeated. “You’re glued to your phone. I bet you can’t go the rest of the day without it.”
“I’m not glued to it. I can leave it on the table.”
“You texted all the way through breakfast…”
“My brother wanted to make sure I’m okay and not stranded with a serial killer or something.”
I chuckled. “Does he want my fingerprints?”
“With Noah, one never knows.” She laughed. “So what’s the bet? What do I get if I win?”
“Loser makes supper.”
She looked back at the cupboards warily. “Do you know how to cook?”
“I should be asking you.”
“You’re on the phone as much as I am.”
“I turned the weather alerts on for you. Plus my manager Frank keeps texting. If you haven’t noticed, I’m not replying…”
“Likely story.” She sighed, looking at her phone again. “Not another frozen pizza?”
“What was wrong with the pizza?”
