“How much detail?” Pierce asks.
“Not that much detail, darling,” Charlotte calls from across the room. It has everyone breaking out into laughter.
Of course the first question is one that we wouldn’t have an answer to.
Layla’s blue eyes find mine across the room. She’s studying me, trying to come up with something on the spot.
“Ten seconds.”
Jesus. They weren’t kidding around. I scrawl the first thing that pops into my head.
“And time. Everyone show your boards.”
All boards are flipped. A few people get theirs wrong, but surprisingly, Layla and I match.
Picnic in the park.
Pierce eyes my board. “I didn’t know you were such a romantic.”
“It’s because I’m not trying to woo you.”
“Woo me? You big sap.”
“Come off it.” I shove him away from me as I wipe my board.
Layla’s still smiling across the room from me. I send a wink her way, and watch a blush spread up her face. I’d love to see where else that blush would spread to.
The questions keep coming. We know some of the answers, but get others wrong. It’s fast-paced and it’s hard to keep track of how many points we have.
“Okay, let’s wrap this up.” Logan’s looking flustered as Mason and Gemma are fuming at one another, bickering with each other about what the right answer is and why they should get the point.
“Final question for the women. When your partner was little, what did he want to be when he grew up?”
Layla eyes me. A coy smile plays at the corner of her mouth before she scribbles something down on her board. My answer is easy.
“Show me your answers.”
James Bond.
“Fuck yeah!” I pump my fist in victory at seeing Layla’s matching answer.
“How in the world did you know that?” Pierce shouts at Layla across the room.
“He owns his own security firm. C’mon, Pierce. It was easy. Don’t be a sore loser.” He and Charlotte missed their answers.
“That’s just mean.” He’s pouting in his seat.
“How do all three of you have the same answer?” Gemma points her marker at Sean, Pierce and me.
“Because he is a badass.” Pierce gives me a high five.
I stride across the room, pulling Layla up and into my arms. “Who didn’t want to be James Bond growing up? He always got his lady.”
“Oh, am I your lady now?” She licks her lips, staring up at me.
“I believe you are.”
Layla pushes me off her with a laugh. “We’ll see about that.”
