Dean’s back was still to me, so I couldn’t see his face, but I pictured him thinking hard. “Green,” he said confidently.

“Correct! Miss Moreno. What would Mr. Slater say your favorite color is?”

I thought about the green dress I was wearing–the one Dean had picked out. Distantly, I wondered if maybe that was what actually made me think of green. Would he think I liked green, too? Or would he simply say green because it was the color I had on. Maybe that was the simplest answer. But… I thought of what I knew about Dean. He had a wicked streak, and I suddenly felt sure I knew the answer he would’ve put down.

I cleared my throat. “Pink,” I said.

“Wow! Great stuff! That’s correct.”

The crowd cheered for us and some laughed, probably at the idea of a manly man like Dean saying his favorite color was pink.

I wanted to roll my eyes, but I was grinning, too. Pink, like the color of the thong he’d picked out for me. Perverted bastard.

“Okay, second question!” The host did her quieting gesture again and got everybody to quit clapping. “Mr. Slater. Most embarrassing moment? What do you think she put down?”

“Maybe the time I called her Sugar Bottom in front of her bosses?”

I wanted to smack my forehead. Damn it. I’d been so ready to embarrass him that I hadn’t considered simply pulling from the brief list of experiences we’d actually shared. Dean had hardly embarrassed himself, so I would’ve been working with a short list.

“Aww, too bad!” The host chuckled, clearly reading ahead. “Looks like she’s got much more of a whopper than that here. Miss Moreno wrote, ‘the time we were at a kid’s party together. You said ‘watch this!’ to the moms and ran to do a diving jump in the bounce house. The velcro on the net door caught on your pants, pulling them off along with your boxers. We saw everything.”

I covered my mouth, smiling despite knowing I’d just cost us a point. The crowd was howling with laughter, and I could feel Dean’s shoulder shaking behind me. At least he was a good sport and laughing, too.

“Oh, wow,” the host said. She gave Dean a look, then theatrically looked back to the crowd. “Anybody else wishing they were at the party?”

A few feminine whoops and cheers rang out from the crowd and I wanted to roll my eyes again.

“Alright, Miss Moreno. Any guess on what your man would say your most embarrassing moment together was?”

Based on his answer, I thought he would actually put a real moment. God knew I’d given him plenty to choose from. “When we first met,” I said. “I threw up on him.”

“Ding ding ding!” The host held up the card and waved it around. “That’s three points! If this lovely couple can get the next two right, they’ll be our winners and move on to the fun and games portion!”