Instead of focusing on the sweetness he kept dishing out, I latched onto the other part of the statement. “A million dollars? Are you serious?”
He shrugged. “Maybe. My great-grandmother went over the top when she expanded it.”
I couldn’t even comprehend that much money. Or how easily Lincoln talked about it. That was one thing that would always separate us like an impenetrable wall.
I was broke. He was richer than sin.
“Come on. I didn’t just bring you here to stand around. We’re going to play a game.” His smile morphed into a mischievous grin I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist.
Why am I so weak when it comes to him?I decided I didn’t care right now. I just wanted to keep that look on his face.
“What kind of game?”
“I’m going to give you a head start to find the center, and you’re going to leave me clues about which direction you take.”
“Clues?”
“In the form of clothes.”
I jerked back. “Oh, hell no. Not happening.”
“You always say that ... but eventually you change your mind.”
He took my hand, but I pulled it free and poked him in the chest with my index finger. “Not this time, rich boy. You wanna play that game, you’re stripping.”
Lincoln’s smile widened. “Fine. But when you find me naked, I’m not going to be responsible for what happens.”
Somehow, against all odds, a flutter of excitement built inside me, even though objectively I knew this was a terrible idea.
Indecision warred in my brain, and Lincoln, who read me way too accurately, must have seen it.
“Give me a two-minute head start, and don’t you dare leave me here alone, Blue.” He pulled me against him and took my lips in a hard kiss.
I swallowed, still second-guessing this, but I repeated his words. “Two-minute head start.”
His grin widened. “Just so you know, you’re the most fun I’ve ever had.”
Before I could reply, or even absorb the words fully, he disappeared into the maze.
As soon as he was out of sight, my reservations came flooding back.
This is the best worst plan ever. We’re going to get caught. With Lincoln naked.
And yet, I counted to 120 and darted in the direction he went. Within fifty feet, I hit a fork.
Shit. Which way?I peered down each path and spotted a shoe down one. A smile tugged at my lips as I imagined Lincoln dropping it for me.
Maybe this is kind of fun.
I ran to the shoe and grabbed it, heading down the corridor of hedges, excited to hit another choice. When I did, I found another shoe. And then a sock. Another sock.
Then his shirt.
Now we’re talking.
My man liked to go commando, so there might not be much left now.
I froze where I stood.