“Because you let me. I’m gonna go ahead and enforce the one-question rule,though.”
“That’snotfair.”
He just shrugged, all smug and sexy. “Never said I’d play fair,sweetheart.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. I can be the bigger person here.Truth.”
He eyed me for a moment… like he was weighing whether or not I’d be honest on this one. “Who got all that birthday cake in my Donkey Kong arcade at Elle’s twenty-first? Was thatreallyyou?”
Oh.That.
He narrowed his eyes at me. “Truth,princess.”
“ItwasZane.”
“I fucking knew it. You know I’ve asked him like ten times over the years? He bought me a new one because it couldn’t be fixed and hestillwouldn’t coptoit.”
“That was niceofhim.”
“Right,” he muttered. “Because the price was worth having it over me, that I’d boughthislies.”
“He just wants you tolovehim.”
Brodyscowled.
“You’d already threatened to ban him for lighting the dining room table on fire at Christmas, so I offered to take the fall. We both kind of knew you wouldn’t be mad if it was me.” I shrugged, because it was true. “Besides… you weren’t really talking to me at the timeanyway.”
He stared at me a moment. Then he sat up and kissed me,gently.
“Your turn,” I whispered againsthislips.
“We’re still playing?” He kissed me again, nudging my mouth open and lapping his tongue against mine in a slow, hot, totally X-rated move meant to distract the hell out of me. But I held him off, my hand on his hardchest.
“I did two truths. It’syourturn.”
“Fine.” He satback. “Dare.”
“What! I want to know what that tattoo means. And I am not screwing you again until you tell me, BrodyMason.”
He just smiled, a slow, cocky smile, like he didn’t believe that for a second. “My pick. Ipickdare.”
“Ugh. Fine. You’ll be sorry you picked dare,though.”
“Bring iton,babe.”
“Yeah? You’re not gonna wuss out when you hear whatitis?”
“Nope.”
“How can you besosure?”
“Because,” he said, “there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you, sweetheart.” But he said it way too sweetly, which meant he was fullofshit.
He was definitely scared of what I was going to make him do—me and mytwistedmind.
“Okay, then. I dare you to sing me a song—of mychoice.”
“No problem,” he said, like it was no big thing, when I knew it was. Brody hated singing. Mainly because he was no good at it. And the guys—Zane especially—never let himforgetit.
