“And what about you, my guy?”

“I’ll do the burger and fries. All the toppings are fine.”

“Got it, I’ll put everything in. Shouldn’t be long,” the bartender says and ducks back behind the bar to put in our order. Declan runs a finger up and down the side of his glass, leaving streaks in the condensation.

“So was it really that bad?” he asks, and I laugh.

“It wasn’t the worst night I’ve ever had, but yeah, it wasn’t going anywhere good. Every time I tried to share something he just turned the conversation back to himself.”

Declan winces. “Ugh, I hate when guys do that crap, especially to women. Did he even ask you anything about you?”

“Yeah, but I’d barely get the words out before he was talking about himself again, going on about how he’s going to be made partner at his firm and we’re going to be a power couple and all of this other crap.”

“Sounds like a real gem. I’m even more glad I pulled the plug for you.”

“My thanks were sincere,” I say and raise my glass to him before I take another sip. He raises his back and drinks as well.

“You feel like playing a little game?” he asks when he’s finished.

My heart skips a beat because I have no idea what direction he’s taking this. But my mind does an instantaneous job of jumping to conclusions and possibilities, and heat blooms in my core.

“That depends on the game,” I say carefully.

Declan smirks, his gorgeous brown eyes gleaming. Suddenly, it feels much hotter in the room, like everything just got much closer and is pressing in on me. His eyes travel over me with deliberate slowness, and butterflies flap through my stomach as I wait for his answer.

“How about a little Truth or Dare?”

I laugh, more out of surprise than anything else. The idea is silly and probably a little dangerous, but then again, so many crazy things have happened tonight that I figure it can’t really get much worse. And part of me is more than a little intrigued by the prospect of using the game as a neutral excuse to learn more about him.

“You know what? You’re on.”

20. Hannah

Chapter 20

Hannah

Declan’s grin makes my stomach flutter.

He nods. “Okay, then I’ll go first. Truth or dare?”

He leans across the table as he asks, closing the distance between us. His cologne—woodsy with a hint of spice—drifts toward me with the movement, enveloping my senses, and I have to fight the urge to inhale deeply. My heart is already hammering, but I’m determined not to let it show.

“Truth. We’ll ease into it,” I answer. Declan cocks a brow, and my cheeks flame when I realize the accidental innuendo I just made. “N-not like that.”