“First question.” Tara cleared her throat. “How many women has Connor slept with?”
Oh, good God.
Rachel’s mouth twitched, and Tara grinned. “Just kidding. If Connor starts counting, we’ll be here til tomorrow.”
The crowd laughed, and Connor caught a glimpse of Alice sinking further down into her seat. Damn. He had…experience, yes. So he liked sex. Who could blame him?
“Charming, Tara,” he replied lightly. He got upset at many things, but the joke was old. “I withdraw my offer: I will no longer litigate your first divorce for free.”
Tara laughed and patted his arm. “No problem, I’ll go to Cian. Okay, now we’re really starting! First question: What is the largest tree in the world?”
Connor’s hand didn’t even twitch before Rachel pressed her buzzer. “General Sherman Tree,” she exclaimed.
Shit, that was true, and she was fast! Okay. If she wanted a fight, she’d get a fight. He extended his hand over his buzzer.
“Correct, one point for Bedtime Games. Second question: Whose friend is Flynn Rider?”
“Oh no. We’re lost,” he heard Cian say loudly as Connor pressed the buzzer.
“Rapunzel,” he replied. His best friend should really have more faith in him.
Rachel raised an eyebrow coolly. “Disney fan?”
“No. Disney spreads about as many lies as you do. No, I'm a good listener.”
“Third question,” Tara continued. “Which song by music icon Vanna Rey has stayed in the Top 100 Billboard charts the longest?”
Connor grinned and hit the buzzer. “'Lighthouse.'”
Annoyed, Rachel sighed and looked at him. “Country fan?”
“No. But Vanna is a former client and a good friend.” He even knew the guy she’d written "Lighthouse" about.
“Great,” Rachel replied dryly.
“Oh, yeah, she’s great. So, why are my hobbies so important to you?” he asked, sincerely interested. “Are you looking for a gift for me? To appease me if I force you to honor your bet?”
“Oh, please. You won’t win just because I’m a nicer person than you.”
“Ah, yes.” He nodded earnestly. “And as we know, in this world, thenicepeople get everything and the assholes get nothing.”
A hard line formed around her mouth. “That’s how it should be.”
“Guys, question four,” Tara announced, glancing uncomfortably between them.
“But that’s not how it is,” he said.
“Does that make you the biggest, most arrogant jerk?”
“The biggest?” He raised a dismissive eyebrow. He found it upset most people when he did that. “Do you turn everything into a competition?”
“Says the guy who suggested a bet to me yesterday?”
“Ah, right, that…so, how’s it going?”
“My date’s sitting right there. And he’s hot.”
He shook his head at her. “My date’s sitting over there too, and she’s intelligent. Man, you’re so shallow. Do you have to reduce the poor guy to his looks?”
