“Any chance that we could bring that $10k price tag down?” His head tilted, same expression as if he were angling for extra fries at the burger joint.

“You’re not making this easy.”

“Sorry.” Holding up his hands, he offered up a little smile, posture much easier now that he’d secured my help. “It’s just…I’m not exactly swimming in cash right now.”

“Somehow I’m not surprised. I mean, we can see what we find, but this isn’t like ordering a new lamp. It’s more like treasure hunting. People spend years tracking down rare cards.”

“Whoa.” Whistling low, his breath came in a frosty huff. “I don’t have years. Bruno said he might be home soon.”

“Well, then you might want to start praying for good luck.” I resisted the urge to make a joke about the odds being in his favor because he wouldn’t get the reference. Geeky pop culture was never his strong suit, even before his sidekick jock friends got their claws in him.

“I will.” He was so earnest, even glancing skyward like he might actually be making a wish. I couldn’t help my laugh. My chuckle warmed my chilled body, but I wasn’t looking for any thaw in my opinion of Milo. I stamped my feet, trying to warm up further. It was cold, and Milo’s earlobes were pink, peeking out from under his knit cap. How long had he been waiting? Was he freezing under that coat? I hated myself for caring, hated the rogue thoughts about all the fun ways two people could warm up. Because it didn’t matter how good Milo looked and smelled—I was done crushing on straight, asshole jocks. And I needed to highlight, boldface, and underline that rule for Milo specifically. He’d trampled all over my feelings once. No way was I giving him any power over me now.

This was strictly a business transaction, a way to score a temporary prince and maybe have a little fun at Milo’s expense. I couldn’t wait to see his expression when he saw the costume. And yeah, I’d help him with what was sure to be a futile hunt because I’d given my word and that meant something to me. But no way in hell was I resurrecting a friendship better left buried. I’d get what I needed and get the hell away.

Chapter Four

Milo

“You’re a lifesaver. I mean that.” I pocketed my phone after collecting Jasper’s number and the details for Wednesday. Wear a crown for some kids? That couldn’t be too hard. In a way, I felt bad, like Jasper was letting me off too easily. “So…uh…why can’t you dress up as the prince guy?”