Brady pulled his arm from around Sloane and rubbed his chin in mock dramatic thought.

“I once got locked in the bathroom at Cassidy’s and had to break down the door to get out. I heckled a man doing stand-up, and he threw a fork at me. I once shaved a man’s eyebrow off when he fell asleep at the bar.”

A quick glance around the group told him that only Felicity knew the answer. She was smiling like the cat that got the canary.

And as his gaze settled on Sloane, Brady realized she knew Felicity had the answer.

What’s more, he thought he saw hurt behind those dark, whiskey eyes.

Sloane clearly had no idea what the answer was, but his ex hadn’t even flinched. Just like he hadn’t hesitated with Felicity.

That’s when it dawned on Brady.

Carol hadn’t done damage with the stupid little game. He had.

He’d jeopardized their cover by showing that Sloane, the woman who had been in love with Guy for years, hadn’t had a clue about which was the truth.

And he’d hurt her feelings, even if it had been something so small.

He didn’t like it.

No. Not one bit.

“I wouldn’t be excited about any of those truths,” Carol decided. “But I hope the shaved-eyebrow one is the lie.”

Ruby agreed with her. Marcus took a different approach.

“I’m going with getting locked in the bathroom and then busting down the door. I don’t remember there ever being any kind of door repair at Cassidy’s.”

Felicity was waiting to answer, and Sloane must have known it. She answered with an air of defeat around her guess.

“I’m going with the eyebrow shaving. Seems like something more people would have heard about had it happened.”

She cut her gaze to Felicity and circumvented his altogether.

Felicity was all smiles. “No one ever threw a fork at you for heckling. Stanley threw a butter knife at you, and, honestly, you deserved it.”

Brady nodded, caught.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Marcus waved his hands through the air. “You shaved someone’s eyebrow at the bar?”

Felicity didn’t waste any time. “I told him not to, and by God, he did it anyway!”

“In my defense, it was Dixon,” Brady jumped in. “And, again in my defense, it was only after he stuck wax hair-removal strips to my legs while I was sleeping. The only way to get them off was to yank them off. After that, I was swimmer smooth and hurting for some revenge.”

Everyone laughed, including Carol. Brady wondered at the show of human emotion until he realized what was most likely driving her mirth.

Now that he was done?

It was Sloane’s turn to play.

And, with one look down at the dark-haired beauty, Brady knew she was one breath away from jumping ship.

…

It was a simple game with simple rules.