8
I stood in front of the Dirty Flamingo. The cracked building facade was just the beginning of the possible horrors that lie within. Roy told me to meet him here. I’m doubting his judgment.
I glanced at my phone to see Caleb’s number flash across the screen. I pressed ignore for the third time since the other night. I didn’t trust myself to talk to him even though I’d promised I would. The million-dollar wager simmered through, calling to me. I shook my head. I could easily slip into the role of Caleb’s girlfriend. It would be easy. Too easy. And too easy for things to go horribly wrong.
Would Caleb let me out of the relationship if it went sour before the year was up? What if it was great and I wanted to keep the relationship going but he didn’t? I couldn’t ask him to stay because the
