“Um, so are you not talking about Stephen?” Mac’s face was genuinely confused.

“Have you ever loved anyone other than Bryan? Hush,” Tara said, but not unkindly; Mac was like everyone’s little sister.

“I’m more of a Christian Grey fan myself,” Ursa said. “I need you to spank me, not read me stories in a nursing home.”

“Your turn,” Braithe said as she pushed the ice bucket toward Ursa, who was finished with Mac’s hair.

Ursa reached in, her hand, with its candy-colored nails, drawing out the second-to-last question. Rainy watched her eyes scan the paper and widen considerably. When she read it out loud for the rest of them, she was trying not to laugh.

“Have you ever...squirted?”

It sounded like a series of murders were taking place all at the same time. Rainy joined the choir of screams and screeches and then laughed behind her hand as Ursa recounted her the story of the first time she’d done it (freshman year of college with a premed major).

“And he explained the whole thing in medical terms. I legit thought I was dying of an STI. No one had ever told me about it—”

Rainy stopped listening, remembering that her turn was next. So had that been Tara’s question or Braithe’s? she thought, doing the math. There wasn’t long to think on it because they were done asking Ursa their prying questions and ready to sink their teeth into Rainy.

They didn’t even bother to pass her the ice bucket. Braithe dug the last piece of paper out and passed it to Rainy without looking at her. She was still engaged in the conversation, pointing a finger at Ursa as she said, “It is not right that a man had to explain that to you!”

It was stupid, but Rainy’s palms began to sweat.

Unfolding the slip, she mumbled out the words as soon as she saw them and felt herself immediately go cold. Her voice abruptly cut off and Mac asked her to repeat the question. Rainy read it again, slowly this time.

“Have you ever been married before?”

“Um...weird,” Ursa said. “We all know each other’s dating history.”

“Not so weird,” Tara piped up. “We don’t know very much about Rainy, since she’s our newest.”

On cue, they all looked at Rainy, who was still reeling and desperately wanting there to be an earthquake at that very moment to end this game and suck them all into the ground.

“I—”

Had they done this on purpose, included that question for her? But how could they know what had almost happened to her? And how could they know that she would draw that question?

Her heart was pounding, and a familiar panic was rising in her throat. If she gave anything away, they’d know the truth before Grant did.