Page 57 of The Playbook

“Take your shirt off.” He smirked at her as she narrowed her eyes at him.

“You sure you want to go there, Horner?” she asked teasingly.

“Damn sure.” His smirk widened to a full-on grin.

Without hesitation, she tugged her shirt off and tossed it at him, her hot pink bra on display. The fabric hit Ryan in the face. When he swatted it away, his eyes locked on her. She winked at me, making me smile and shake my head.

“Damn, Lana,” Noah commented. “Flutes still suck though.”

She flipped him off amid a laugh.

“Grace.”

I grimaced as Garrett beamed at me. Iknewwhat was coming. Whenever we played, our rules were you couldn’t pick the same thing twice in a row. I decided to use truth this round and pray I wasn’t asked to remove my shirt next round.

“Truth.”

“Fair enough.” He grinned deviously at me. “Out of all the guys in this room, who would you want to date?”

Shit.

“Oh, juicy,” Noah called out, leaning forward.

“That’s a stupid fucking question,” I muttered.

“You gotta answer it,” Ryan shouted.

Ugh.Why was he here?

“I don’t know,” I muttered. Maybe I should just take the drink. “I-I—”

“This is important because I think it’ll help in the next round,” Ryan added. He waggled his brows at me.

Ryan and I weren’t even close to the realm of friendship, but as for how he ranked on the cliquescale, he was probably one of the nicer ones.

“Come on, Grace,” Lana coaxed. “This is all for fun.”

I just wanted this to be over. “Logan,” I blurted out. “Hypothetically. For the sake of the game.” I was rambling. I’d blame the alcohol and peer pressure for my answer tomorrow.

Ryan hooted. Noah let out a cackle of laughter as he and Garrett high-fived.

I cast a side glance at Logan, who hadn’t said or done anything. He simply sat in his seat, his face expressionless.Why didn't he react? Did I just make a fool of myself?

“Drink, girl!” Lana giggled, pushing a shot of vodka at me even though I’d answered the question.

My stomach rolled, but I threw it back and sagged against the cushions, knowing another round would probably put my ass down for the count. I hoped like hell Logan didn’t remember I’d said it tomorrow.

“Logan,” Ryan called out. “Truth or Dare?”

“Dare, man. Do you not know me?” He scooted forward. He hadn’t looked at me since my answer.

Ryan’s grin widened wickedly. “I dare you to do seven minutes in heaven in the bathroom with Grace.”

I froze in my seat as everyone howled their excitement.

That dirty son of a bitch.

Ryan winked at me and leaned back in his seat, pleased at his suggestion.

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