CHAPTER 55
AMARA
I held his gaze, my index finger still tracing the lines of his chest. His skin was warm beneath my touch, and I felt the slight hitch in his breathing when I reached his collarbone.
"First person to call," I repeated. "Loser pays the winner a grand."
Caleb's grey eyes never left mine, neither did his smile leave his lips. His hand came up, catching my wandering fingers and pressing them flat against his chest. I could feel his heartbeat beneath my palm, beating steadily.
"Those are dangerous stakes, Amara."
I tilted my head, letting a slow smile spread across my face. "Are you scared, stranger?"
His lips curved. "I don't scare easily."
"Neither do I."
We stood there, locked in a silent battle of wills. The train had stopped completely now, the hum of the engine
