She shook her head. “I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about more than dating.”

“I’ve had relationships,” he hedged.

“What’s the longest you’ve dated someone?”

He shrugged. “Three months.”

“Svana?” she asked.

“We only dated for a month.” Why did he start this ridiculous game again? “Look, maybe things haven’t worked out with women because I just haven’t met the right one, okay? I have plenty of stable relationships in my life.”

“Okay,” she said, holding out her hands in defense. “No judgment.” She paused. “Just a month with Svana, huh?”

Did she seem happy about that? He snapped a piece in place. There were two pieces left in his hands. “Here comes another question. Why didn’t you want to date me in high school?”

“That’s easy. Because you didn’t want to date me in high school. I was a nerd, and you weren’t.”

“I did want to date you, Tessa,” he said, looking her directly in the eye. “Until I ran into you kissing Sam by your locker.”

“That was a long time ago.” She’d gotten quiet. And wasn’t meeting his gaze anymore. But he wasn’t going to let her off the hook.

“I want to know why you chose Sam over me.”

He set the third piece down, and she pretended to study the puzzle. “You were the guy everyone loved. You had millions of friends. I was never in your league.”

“I liked you, despite all our competing against each other. You must have known that. I even asked you out, and we had a great time. Remember?”

Ah yes, he’d remembered everything about that date for a long time. Tessa waved her hand dismissively. “You liked me for about ten seconds, and you would’ve moved on to the next girl. And with our families not talking—”

“Our families not getting along didn’t end what was going on between us.” He tapped the puzzle piece on his knee. “So, what’s the real answer?”

“I never thought you were serious about me, okay?” She held out her hand. “Give it over, Leo. I answered your questions.”

He felt that something was off, that she wasn’t telling him everything. He should just end the game, because she was getting angry with him. But perversely, he turned his mouth up in a mischievous grin.

“Leo, I’m warning you. I did what you asked. Now give me the last piece, please.”

“Here it is.” He dangled it in front of her. “It’s yours if you answer one last question.”

“No more questions.”

She lunged for it, but he lifted it out of reach, causing her to lean against him.

The force tipped them both backward on the couch. Tessa was on top of him, both of their hands firmly gripping the piece. “Give it up, you cheater,” she said. “It’s mine!”