Moments later, Hadleigh returns with her hands full. I take my beer, and she hands me a vodka shot too. She has two for herself.

“You think liquorin’ me up is gonna make you throw better than me?” I lift a brow, then watch as she shoots one back, then immediately coughs.

She instantly downs the other with a cheeky grin. Jesus Christ, she’s going to be wasted soon.

“Maybe not, but it’ll make me care a lot less.”

I chuckle at her honesty, then motion for her to take her turn. “Do you think my stance is right? I was only off a little bit, so maybe I need to move over a few inches.”

I move behind her, grazing my fingers along her arms and feeling goose bumps form on her silky skin.

“Where you’re standing is fine. The angle of how you held the hilt wasn’t right.”

I pull her arm back as she grips the axe and slowly go through the motions with her.

Her breath hitches as I press my mouth to her ear. “Now you try.”

Stepping back, I wait and watch as she tosses it.

“Oh my God!” she squeals when it hits directly in the center. “I did it!”

I can’t contain my smile when she spins around and leaps into my arms.

“Good job,” I say, holding her close. “You learn fast.”

One side of her lips tilts up before she narrows her gaze on my mouth. I swallow hard as I try to contain my willpower not to bend her over and fuck her raw.

“Your move.”

I get lost in her eyes for a moment before I realize what she said. Wait, what? “Huh?”

“To throw,” she explains, inching out of the way. “You miss, and the next round’s on you.”

I set down my beer, then step forward. “You sure you wanna drink more? You’re gonna end up with one helluva hangover.”

She smirks. “It’s my weekend off.”

I grin. “Alright.”

The axe lands right in the middle, and she groans. “Looks like it’s a tie.”

“Guess we need a tiebreaker then,” I state with a popped brow.

She looks at me, intrigued. “What’d ya have in mind?”

“Ever play Kiss a Stranger?”

“That sounds made up.” Hadleigh crosses her arms.

“All games are made up.”

She rolls her eyes. “Okay, so what is it?”

“Whoever gets kissed first by a stranger wins. Loser buys the next round.”

“That’s absolutely ridiculous.”

“Why? Afraid you’ll lose?” I flash her a cocky smirk.

“No, but I don’t wanna catch herpes.”

“Alright, then I’ll take a single malt scotch.”

“Of course you’re gonna order the expensive shit.” She grunts. “Fine, I’ll play your stupid game. What’re the rules?”

I lean in closer so our eyes are level and flash her a smirk. “There are no rules. The first one to get a kiss wins.”