“Eat your ice cream before it melts from your indecision.”

Antonia swiped at the bowl. “Well since the stakes have been raised and anything could be acceptable during this game... I’d like to change my question.”

“No, no, no,” Aiden said waving his spoon. “You know that’s not how the game works. You have to ask me if I want truth or dare.”

She heaved an exaggerated sigh. “Fine. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Alright.” She lowered her voice and leaned close to the table. “How old were you when you lost your virginity?”

Aiden buried his head in his hands. “So, we’re playing the sex edition of Truth and Dare? This is authentic.”

She giggled. “Not necessarily. When I was a kid, we prank called a lot of boys. We didn’t have any experiences to report on.”

“I was seventeen,” Aiden said with a straight face. “She was a girl in my graduating class. We went to the same house party and managed to find ourselves in the same laundry room.”

Antonia clapped her hand over her mouth. “Oh my god, that’s scandalous.”

He shrugged. “It’s just the truth,” he said. “Now it’s my turn.”

Before he could think of something, their waitress, Karen, stopped by their table to check up on them. “Is there anything I can get you two?” she asked sweetly, her blonde bob swayed as she looked from Aiden to Antonia, her hands clasped behind her apron in anticipation.

“Oh, I think I’m still working on this delicious bread pudding,” Antonia said.

Karen turned to Aiden, “And you, sir?”

Aiden thought it over before replying, “The lady and I are playing a petty game from our youth; truth or dare. Do you know it?”

The young woman grinned. “Yeah,” she said. “But I haven’t played in ages.”

“Of course you haven’t,” Aiden said with a nod. “Because you’re a responsible adult. But we’re a little caught up in our own flight of fancy. What kind of whiskey would you recommend for a game of truth or dare?”

Karen and Antonia stared at him.

“Well that depends... Are you driving, sir?” the young blonde asked with a startled laugh.

“That’s a good question,” Aiden said thoughtfully. “We’re both staying in Tully Cross, about 30 minutes away.” He glanced at his watch. “It’s already 7 p.m.”

“Aiden,” Antonia said in a concerned voice.

“Antonia, truth or dare.”

Their waitress laughed. “Oh, this is fun,” she said, folding her arms across her chest.

Antonia shot him a glare from across the table. “Dare.”

“Oh no,” Karen said with a “tsk.” “You picked wrong. You don’t let a man like this one dare you.”

Antonia cast a glance to their server. “What makes you say that, Karen?”

“Look at him,” she said. “Doesn’t he look like the kind of man who likes to take the piss?”

“She’s right, darling,” Aiden conceded. “That’s what kind of man I am.”

“I’m well aware. I’ll stick with dare, thank you.”

Aiden smiled broadly. “You heard her, Karen. We’ll take two double shots of Jameson.”