The Bet by Emma Nichols
I didn’t even care about winning. What does a billionaire bachelor need with a car? I live a charmed life. Why would I need bragging rights? I’m cool and confident. Bragging is not my style. As far as I was concerned, I wasn’t even one of the players. This was all about helping a friend heal.
See, I forgot all about the damn bet the moment I laid eyes on Kate. Then all I wanted was to kiss Kate, have Kate, marry Kate. Of course, I never considered what I could lose if I won the bet.