Page 53 of The Love Wager

The elevator doors opened, and Jack stepped inside before texting her back.

Jack:Depends on the outfit.

Hallie:Okay, one sec.

As he rode the elevator down to the lobby, he had a hard time not smiling, picturing Hal hopping on one foot as she tried putting on her shoes quickly.

She texted:Option #1.

It was a picture of the whole outfit, and hedidsmile then. Hallie looked gorgeous in a black dress, tall boots, and red lipstick, but her tongue was out and her eyes were crossed.

The doors opened and Jack started walking toward the lobby.

Jack:Boots are sexy, that face is not.

Hallie:How about this sexiness?

She included a close-up of her ridiculous face.

Jack:Hot. #2 please.

Jack exited out into the chilly fall evening and started in the direction of his favorite bar. He’d always loved downtown Minneapolis, and for some reason, it smelled and felt even better while he was texting Hallie.

He didn’t know how it’d happened, but she’d completely taken over his brain.

Every morning when he went for a run,shewas what he was thinking about.

And he spent way too much time every day trying to figure out what the hell to do about it. Because the bottom line was that even though he had feelings for her beyond friendship, it might not be worth it to do anything about it if that meant risking everything else they had.

Which explained why he was helping her get dressed for a date instead of asking her to go on one with him.

He was halfway to the pub before she texted back:Here’s #2.

It was a photo of Hallie wearing heels, the outfit both elegant and smoking hot. Her eyes were half-closed, in an exaggerated sexy face and ridiculous pout.

Jack:#1 is my fave but #2 is classy if you’re going for that. And also don’t make that face.

Hallie:I will go with 1 because it’s just dinner. And I thought I looked sexy AF.

Jack gritted his teeth as he remembered what this was for.Duh.

Jack:Going out with Alex?

Hallie:I really think you’d like him if you gave him a chance.

He dialed her number, and she was laughing when she answered. “You would, Jack.”

God, it was pathetic, the way the sound of her voice shot through him like a buzz. “Doubtful. Where are you going?”

She said the name of a restaurant he’d never heard of, and he said, “No matter how good the food is, don’t put out. The third-date rule is bullshit and you shouldn’t cave to that pressure.”

What in the fuck was that?He kind of wanted to punch himself in the face for that one.

“What are you, fifteen?” She was laughing and outraged all at the same time, he could tell. “I willput out—gross, by the way—if I feel like it, thank you very much.”

He knew it was immature, but the thought of her kissing Alex made his gut hurt. Hell, the thought of her kissinganyman made his gut hurt. He wasn’t sure how he’d gone from zero to full-bore feelings for Hal, but it made him feel like a bit of a shit show. “I just meant that he seems a little slick to me and I want you to be careful.”

“Awww,” she said, her voice teasing and quiet. “It’s so adorable when you make me want to hug you and throat-punch you all at the same time.”

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