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“Your teammates bet on us?” Hanna screeched. The Tate girl quickly skittered away.
Mike sipped his wine, shrugging. “It’s no different than what you girls were doing. Except the other guys
on
the lax team were playing for money. What were you playing for? Tampons?”
Hanna ran her hand over her forehead. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. Mike was supposed to be
vulnerable and weak, a victim. And all along, he’d known they’d been competing. All along, he’d been
playing
her.
She sighed, weary. “So I guess our prom date is off?”
Mike looked surprised. “I don’t want it to be.”
Hanna searched his face. “Really?” Mike shook his head. “So then…you don’t care that you were just
some…
bet?”
Mike glanced at her bashfully, then looked away. “Not if you don’t.”
Hanna tried her best to hide her smile—and her relief. She nudged him hard in the ribs. “Well, you’d
better
give me half your winnings.”
“And you’d better give me half your…” Mike stopped, making a face. “Never mind. I don’t need half your
tampons. We’ll use the winnings for a bottle of Cristal for the prom, how’s that?” And then, he
brightened
even more. “And for a motel room.”
“A motel?” Hanna glared at him. “What kind of girl do you think I am?”
“Honey, with me, you won’t care where we’re at,” Mike said in the slimiest voice Hanna had ever heard.
She
stifled a groan, leaning into him. He leaned into her too, until their foreheads touched. “Honestly?” Mike
whispered, his voice softening and becoming almost tender. “I always liked you better.”
Hanna’s insides turned over. Giddy shivers scampered up her back. Their faces were very close, with
only a