Now the rest of us suffer the consequences.
Not me, though.
I love them.
Love stories with happy endings, comfort reads, films where everything works out in the end.
They’re my favourite kind.
I stay away from anything too dramatic, toxic, or complicated.
There’s already enough of that in my life.
But as for Adelaide and Isaak, they’re trying very hard to hate each other.
And they are failing.
Even harder.
The men make their way towards the kitchen in search of drinks.
Hunter returns a few moments later and places a flute of champagne in my hand.
We sit in comfortable silence for a while before I decide to break it.
“We should play something else tonight. I’m tired of Clue.”
Adelaide’s face brightens.
“We should spice things up. One lie, two truths.”
Everyone seems to agree.
A shocker, honestly.
“I’ll start,” Arlo volunteers.
A few drinks in, everyone seems a little more at ease.
“One, I’ve broken into a government server. Two, I have a brother. Three, I hate skiing.”
“The lie is that you have a brother,” I say.
His expression doesn’t change.
He neither confirms nor denies it.
But everyone seems to agree that is, in fact, the lie.
Milo snorts. “That was obvious.”
I go next.
“One, I competed in the Olympics before I was sixteen. Two, I have a husband. Three, I hate violence, but if the situation calls for it, I can break a man’s bones with one hand.”
Hunter studies me closely.
“You have a husband is the lie. The fuck, Piper?”
