When Callie went lax in his arms, Wes relaxed as well. She could feel the tension seep out of his limbs.
“Good. Now here’s our discussion. You said if money was no object, you would go to art school. I’m paying your way so you’re going. That’s the end of the discussion.”
The bristling inside her was barely containable, but she had to be careful. It also rankled her that he’d made some silly bet when he’d planned on giving her what she’d dreamed of all along. What had been the point of the bet then if there hadn’t been any real stakes?
“Why did you even bet me if you were already going to get me the recommendation?”
His face grew serious. “Because you were drowning, Callie. Your heart was breaking and I couldn’t stand to watch you suffer. I gave you a challenge, something to fight for.
