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“I'm fine.” She waved off my concern. “Just went down the wrong hole.”

“Nothing worse than putting things in the wrong hole,” I said with a grin.

“Some people would say there's no such thing as a wrong hole,” Frost remarked. He selected his meal from the tablet the server left at the table, before passing it to me.

“There is if you choke to death,” I said before choosing a steak and passing the tablet to Dallas.

“If you choke to death, you're doing it wrong,” Frost said.

I chuckled. “Ain't that the truth? Speaking of truth, let's play a game. Truth or dare. First question, who did you lose your virginity to?”

I raised my eyebrows at Frost. It was a silly game, but it always got the conversation flowing. Besides, I was curious about all of them and their backgrounds. If I was going to spend time with the other two guys, I wanted to dig deeper into who they were. And I wanted to get to know Chelsea better. What better way to do that?

“Truth,” Frost said. “I was tutored by a girl in high school. For some reason, they thought I needed to understand Shakespeare and poetry.” He grimaced.

“She was a real geek. She loved gaming and science fiction and all that stuff. She had a crush on me. I was desperate to get my dick wet. It was quick and messy, but it got the job done. Except she wasn't happy when I told her afterward that I didn't think about her that way.” He shrugged and his gaze swivelled to Dallas.

“Truth,” Dallas said with a grunt. “Some chick in high school. A group of us used to hang out. We went to a party one night. Started kissing and then we fucked. I barely remember it. She started going out with my friends after that. No hard feelings. It was just one of those things that happen.” He didn't look like it was a life changing event for him.

I remembered the parties back then. They probably weren't sober. I'd had more than one quick, drunken fuck at nights like that. Hell, some mornings I had a vague memory of fucking someone, but not who. Everyone else was too drunk to fill me in. Whatever, it was nothing I lost any sleep over.

“Your turn, Chels,” I said. “Truth or dare.”

All of us looked over to Chelsea. Her face turned slightly pink. “I—” She looked past my shoulder. “Oh look, garlic bread.”

A server placed the basket on the table, effectively ending the game. For now.

Chapter Twenty

Chelsea

The food was incredible,and the company even better. I spent most of the meal sitting back and observing while they bantered and teased each other.

At least, Storm and Frost did. Dallas spent most of the meal with a hand on my back or my thigh. He'd remove it every now and again to break apart some bread, but quickly put it back, like he couldn't bear not touching me.

“How was your ravioli?” He looked anxious, my response important to him. His stake in the restaurant must mean more to him than he initially let on.

“It was delicious,” I said honestly. “I don't think I've ever had better pasta. There's nothing like freshly made.”

He visibly relaxed. “Yeah, there isn't. My sister prides herself on making everything fresh. With native ingredients and all that.”

“She does a great job,” Frost said. He patted his full stomach. “I'm going to have to train three times harder tomorrow. Worth it.”

“Definitely,” Storm agreed. He hadn't mentioned truth or dare again, but I got the impression he hadn't forgotten.

Personally, I was grateful for the garlic bread arriving when it did. He'd caught me off guard, but that wouldn't happen again. Not if I could help it.

“I should probably have insisted you all eat salad,” I said. “As your doctor, I should encourage you to stick to the diet your dietician gave you.”

“You're not our doctor yet,” Storm pointed out. “For the record, you could have tried. I would have had the spaghetti anyway. I'll train three times harder tomorrow too.”

I clicked my tongue. “Ignoring your doctor's orders.” I shook my head.

No, I wasn't their doctor yet, but I soon would be. I had to be. I wouldn't let failure be an option.

“What are you going to do, spank us?” Frost asked. “Because I'd be down for that.” He sipped his drink, his eyes smiled at me.

“That doesn't surprise me in the slightest,” I said. My ass was still slightly uncomfortable from the bruises Storm left behind. Not to mention the ones Dallas added.

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