“Alright, all you lovebirds. Let’s get going.” Logan’s voice calls out over the room.
“You ready?” Layla sucks in a deep breath.
Leaning down, I whisper in her ear, “Relax. It’s going to be fine.”
Her smile is tight as we head into the cozy sitting area of the main lodge. With oversized couches and an empty fireplace, I can see how inviting this space could be in the middle of winter. Perfect for curling up with someone after a day of skiing.
Someone like Layla.
Shite.
I really need to quell the thoughts racing through my brain.
This thing with Layla isn’t real. And the sooner my brain gets the memo, the better.
“Does everyone know the rules of the game?” Logan asks the gathered group.
Heads nod.
“Good. You’ll get one point for every right answer. We’ll take turns, going back and forth. At the end, I’ll announce the winner.”
“Why are you announcing the winner?” Peter asks from his spot across from us.
“Because I don’t trust any of you not to cheat.”
“And I know you will.” Gemma points at her brother. “You guys are going down.”
“Is your entire family like this?” I sit on the love seat next to Layla, picking up the two whiteboards and markers.
She claps her hand on my thigh, leaving it there. “Yes.”
“Not real comforting, love.”
“What do you want me to say?” She rests her chin on my shoulder. Her face is close to mine. So close, I can study every detail I want without shame.
The small patch of freckles crossing the bridge of her nose. The small dimple that comes out when she’s smiling like this. Or how small flecks of green play in her eyes.
God, she really is the most fucking beautiful woman I’ve ever met.
“Winchesters don’t go easy on each other,” Layla whispers, “so we better sell this.”
I don’t think selling it is going to be hard at this point.
“Wait.” Logan’s voice breaks through the haze. “You can’t be sitting next to each other. Then you’ll all cheat and there’s no point in playing.”
“Play nice with the others.” Layla presses a kiss to my cheek.
“I’ll try.”
Standing, I head over to sit on the chair next to Pierce and Sean.
“Try not to look so sad you’re not with your girl,” Pierce tells me.
“I’d rather be with her than you, you tosser.”
“You wound me.” He rolls his eyes at me.
“First question.” Logan’s voice is louder than necessary, quieting the large group. “What did you and your partner do on your first date? And I want details. Going to dinner doesn’t count.”
