Monson whispered to Cyann. She glared at him. He grinned back. “Wow—you’re cheap.” She ran a hand through her shiny black hair. “Are you sure? Twenty whole dollars? I wouldn’t want to break the bank.” He flinched at the sarcasm. He had forgotten whom he was talking to. He sneered. “Oh, you are just hil-arious. All right, princess, what do you propose?” Cyann’s eyes narrowed. “How about the classic favor bet? If I win, you do anything I want, no questions asked, no limits.” Monson studied her suspiciously. “Are you sure you want to make that sort of bet? That would almost certainly ensure that you would have to come into contact with me. I wouldn’t want to upset your sensibilities.” Her eyes narrowed further but Monson continued before she could edge in. “You’re on, Ms. Harrison. And you can ante up the same thing; you do whatever I want if I win.
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