“If I win, you must abstain from all spirits for at least a fortnight. Not a drop.” “Not a drop,” he echoed, eyes warm with amused light. “And if I win?” She gave a little shrug and set down her cup. “Ask for whatever you wish.” He grew thoughtful, all levity gone. “’Tis customary in Ireland for a man to take his pick of any woman present and kiss her as his prize.”