When the cards were flipped Kit had the higher value. While he stared at her and contemplated his question, she reached for her wine. Though she appeared calm, he could see the pulse pounding in the slim column of her throat.

The question fell out of his mouth. “Did I say anything inappropriate to you last night when I was drunk?”

After a healthy sip of wine, she swallowed. “Yes.”

He closed his eyes briefly. Goddamn it. Of course he had. “What did I say?”

She set her glass on the nightstand. “That is another question, I’m afraid. You’ll have to wait until you win again to ask it.”

Chapter Twelve

Alice nearly chuckled at the outrage on Kit’s face. He was adorable when he didn’t get his way. She suspected it was a rare occurrence.

He wagged a finger at her. “You think you are clever, but I will just ask it in my next turn. Here.” He placed a card on the bed. “Flip.”

She had the higher card once more, which caused his scowl to deepen. The urge to poke at him, to tease him, danced in her chest, but it was cruel to make light of his frustration. She wouldn’t like it if the tables were turned. So, she decided to take it easy on him. “What is your favorite word?”

“Fuck.”

Blinking, she let out a strangled noise at his immediate and crude answer. “Really?”

“It’s the perfect addition to any sentence. Plus, it happens to be my favorite pastime.”

Fire coasted over every inch of her skin, flames licking everywhere and undoubtedly turning her a bright shade of red. Good God, did he say these things merely to embarrass her?

They dealt another hand and Alice won a third time. He drummed his fingers on the armrest. “Damn it. All right, toss me another easy one.”

Well, she certainly wasn’t going to do that now, not after the last answer. She took another sip of wine, liking the warm, relaxed feeling rolling through her veins. It was like a hug from the inside. Cradling the glass in her hands, she studied him, from the deep brown eyes and sharp nose, to his perfectly formed cheekbones and a jaw that could have been carved from stone. Dark evening whiskers covered the lower half of his face, which only enhanced his appeal in her opinion.

Handsome was an understatement when it came to Kit, but he was more than a tall Adonis. There was a magnetism, a charm that drew people to him, yet he made those around him feel included. He didn’t act snooty or above anyone else, even if his looks were extraordinary.

And despite his compelling personality, he was surprisingly private, which only made her greedy to know more. Perhaps this was the ideal game for the two of them.

Inhaling for courage, she asked, “How many women have you been with?”