Page 83 of It's a Date (Again)

Her eyes go wide. “Wait, what if it was him? What if he was the guy you were running to the night of your accident?”

“It wasn’t.”

“How do you know?”

“I can just feel it.”

Maya lets out a sigh and rubs the side of my arm. “If you’re not up for your coma party, I can have Anthony kick everyone out.”

“It’s fine. I think it’s just what I need.”

It’s a couple of hours later, and I’m waving goodbye to my work friends as they walk down the steps of the porch. My boss tells me to take as much time off as I need. One of my coworkers begs me to come back as soon as possible because she’s bored to tears without me.

They yell out “Bye” and “Take care” and “See you soon.” A few of them get into their vehicles and drive off, while others leave on foot.

I spent most of the party chatting with them in an attempt to learn a little more about myself. I don’t feel like I learned much, though, because I was so focused on trying to remember each of their names, how long I’ve worked with them, and what their jobs are. But it was fun to get to know the work side of me.

When I reenter the house, Tyler catches my eye. He smiles at me from across the room. Debbie taps him on the shoulder and points to a floorboard. She steps on it to show him that it’s loose. He smirks and bends down to take a closer look. Poor Tyler. I’m pretty sure he spent nearly the entire party fixing random things around the house.

I spot Nash, Robbie, and Anthony out on the balcony, sipping from Solo cups and chatting. Robbie grins when he sees me, and I return it.

“Time for a party game,” Maya declares, strutting into the living room. She opens the balcony door and beckons with her hand. “Guys, get in here.”

They all stand and file into the living room.

“I hope it’s spin the bottle,” Debbie says, waggling her brows. She plops down in her chair and sips at her heavily poured wineglass.

I snicker and take a seat on the couch. Robbie selects the spot next to me, and Anthony situates himself on the other side. Nash and Tyler sit across from us in folding chairs, forming a sort of circle.

“The game is two truths and a lie,” Maya says, standing in the center of the room. “You say three things about yourself. Two of them have to be true, while the third thing is a lie. The rest of us guess which is which, and then we continue clockwise around the circle. Any questions?”

I squint at her. “How am I supposed to be able to play this game?”

“Robbie, Debbie, and I will play for you. Between the three of us, we know everything there is to know about you.”

I roll my eyes and lean back in my seat. Robbie bumps his shoulder into me and smiles.

“Any other questions?” Maya asks. When no one speaks up, she takes her seat next to Anthony. “Tyler. I’m randomly picking you to go first.”

He cocks his head. “How is that random?”

“Because I said it was. Now, go.” She points to him.

“Maya,” I warn.

“I mean, please proceed,” she says.

Tyler props his elbows up on his knees and leans forward in his chair. “Hmm. Let me think. I’ve never traveled outside of the country. I have a twin brother. And I’m a Green Bay Packers fan.”

“I thought this game would be much spicier.” Debbie brings her wineglass to her lips and takes a big gulp.

I stifle a laugh.

Robbie snaps his fingers. “Twin brother is the lie.”

“No way. It’s the never traveling outside of the country. That’s the lie,” Maya says.

“You better not be a Green Bay Packer fan in Bear country,” Anthony teases.

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