She didn’t hesitate.
“You know what we should do?” Sadie asked. “We should play the game we made up that time in Cabo. Remember?”
“The dare game.” Becca squealed. “I forgot about that. Let’s do it.”
“This game sounds like it’s going to end with one, or all, of us making regrettable decisions.” Eli balanced the flute of champagne on his knee.
“Of course, it will.” Becca topped off her champagne. “That’s the point. Marlee needs to loosen up after the day she’s had.”
“And we literally packed up all of her possessions in less than two hours,” Kellie chimed in. “So, I think, we all need a bit of fun.”
“That wasn’tallof my possessions,” Marlee said with a huff.
“Enough of them that we deserve some unwind time,” Kellie amended.
“Okay, so”—Marlee flashed a pair of jazz hands—“I’ve been thinking. Since Scotty is out of the picture, I need to get my life back together. Step one, come to Vegas.”
“Step two, play the dare game.” Becca lifted her cup.
“What’s step three?” Eli asked, more than a little afraid of the answer.
“Step three is to be determined.” Marlee nodded like she was totally in charge of her life.
Becca poured more champagne, listing a bit to the right. “I like getting Marlee’s life back together. We should get her life back together every few months.”
“Who’s going to go first?” Sadie’s gaze shifted between all of them, landing on Eli. “Boys first.”
“I don’t even know how to play the game.” And he would bet he was better off for it.
Becca’s cheeks were already a tad drunk-flushed. “It’s easy. You just dare one of us to do something. Then we do it.”
Well, that was a stupid game.
“It’s like truth or dare, but no truth questions.” Marlee leaned in, poking him with her elbow. “Unless you want truth questions instead. It’s been awhile since we played. We can make new rules.”
“I dare any of you?” Eli asked. “Anything I want?”
“And when that person is done, they dare someone else.” Becca dug through the limo’s minibar.
This game might actually work out okay if he played it right. “I dare all of you to leave me at the hotel with a six-pack of beer and free cable while you spend the next few hours at the spa.” The Broncos were playing. He could still catch the game. And the girls could have their fun at a spa—they’d spent a large portion of the flight detailing all they wanted to get done there. Win. Win. Win. And no one had to hit the craps table.
“No.” Marlee dropped the bottle of champagne in the silver bucket beside the minibar. “Since I’m the jilted bride, I reserve the right to veto any and all dares.”
“It’s true,” Sadie said over a sip of Dom. “I think we wrote that in the rules when we first played.”
“You”—Eli pointed a finger at her—“lie.”
“Maybe, but we haven’t added the truth portion of the game.” Sadie shrugged.
“New rule. Since Eli’s dare was rejected by Marlee, he has to answer a question.” Becca was having way too much fun making up rules to a nonexistent game.
“I have one.” Sadie winked at him. “What’s your beef with relationships?”
They were going to play all their cards right up front then.
“I don’t have any beef with relationships.” Question answered. Onward.
“That’s not true. You have to tell the truth.” Sadie shook her head slowly.
