“So, let’s make this a little interesting… a race. If I win, then you have to polish every saddle and strap of leather of Byron’s, including all brasses and buckles. Oh, and every one of my many pairs of boots.” “And if I win?” I asked, already aware of what I wanted. “What would you like Jack… name it?” “A kiss.” She flushed red. “Fine. Count of three- one- two….” She wouldn’t even give me that three. She was off.”
Book:Never Another You