“Sounds like a plan. Should I start?” He rubbed his hands together like he was relishing the thought of annihilating her. How precious. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” She crossed her arms in the universal bring-it-on gesture.

“When was your first kiss and with whom?” he asked with a friendly smile.

“Seriously? You just went there?” Her arms dropped limply to her sides.

Tara felt warmth seeping up from her neck and spreading to her cheeks. She was a late bloomer, and her first kiss hadn’t been until college with her first boyfriend. She never spoke about Jason. He had been her first everything, including her first heartbreak. He’d done such a thorough job of it that she’d buried her heart deep inside so no one could touch it again. It took her a year of friendship and a lot of beer before she’d even told Aubrey about the abusive bastard. Tara shook her head. Despite her notorious competitiveness, she picked up her cup and drained it.

“Really?” Seth’s eyebrows rose. “That was a question you couldn’t answer? I thought I was going easy on you.”

“Shove it.” She resisted the urge to pout. She couldn’t believe she had to admit defeat in the first round. “Your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he shot back.

“Ooh, fun.” She looked around for the perfect feat, and smiled. “I dare you to carry six full steins to that corner table, and walk back without spilling.”

“Come on. I bet even you can’t carry that many at once, and you’re a professional.”

“I can carry eight at a time, kiddo. Do you accept the dare, or are you drinking more free beer?”

“Hang on. Kiddo?” Outrage deepened the groove between his eyebrows. “I’m only a year younger than Aubrey.”

“And I’m a year older than her. So that means I’m two whole years older than you. In fact, you should be calling me noona.”

“Older sister? No way. Not happening.”

“We’ll discuss that later,” she said, laughing at his stormy expression. Annoying him was far safer than fawning over him. “For now, are you accepting the dare or not?”

In response, he unbuttoned his shirtsleeves and rolled them past his elbows.

Her jaws went slack at the sight of his manly forearms, and lust flared in her stomach. She tore her eyes away before she reached out and trailed her finger down his arm. Chaos and annihilation lie that way. Taking a fortifying breath, she proceeded to fill six steins with water. She refused to waste a drop of one of her beers.

“Here you go,” she said, placing them on the counter. “Three in each hand.”

Seth confidently picked up the steins and promptly sloshed water onto the counter. “Shit.”

“Be careful.” The veins and muscles in his forearms strained against the weight of the steins and she bit her cheek not to moan out loud. “If you bring back half-empty steins, you lose.”

With intense concentration, he walked toward the corner table, cursing every so often. But he soon returned with a decent amount of water left in the steins. He carefully placed the six steins on the counter and flexed both his hands repeatedly. They probably felt pretty cramped up. In truth, Tara could only carry four at a time herself. Maybe she should massage his strong, masculine hands for him.