“I’m not here to entertain you, so go to the party.” I wave my fingers toward the door. I can’t be trusted alone with him.

“Who said I expected you to? You’re quite presumptuous.” He turns his body toward mine so our knees touch.

“I’m presumptuous?” I balk. “I beg to differ considering I keep telling you to go away and you never do.”

“I’m just sittin’ here,” he says calmly, motioning for Kenzie with his empty beer bottle. “You’re the one who keeps lookin’ at me like I’m your next meal.”

I shake my head. “You’ve lost your mind.”

“That’s not what you said the first night we met.”

“Okay, now I know you’ve lost your damn mind.”

“What can I get you lovebirds?” Kenzie asks casually, and if looks could kill, she’d be dead.

“Maize and I are gonna shoot some Fireball.”

“No, we are not,” I interject.

“It’s no fun playing drinking games by myself,” Gavin says, giving me a sly grin. I want to slap it off his sexy face. “You only have to drink if you lose anyway, so what do ya say?”

Kenzie waggles her brows when I glance at her. I sigh with a shrug, giving in. “Fine.”

She lines up four glasses, then fills them full. “Have fun, you two.” Flashing a wink, she moves to the other side to help more customers.

“Alright, Cowboy. What’s this game?”

“Ever heard of two truths and a lie?” he asks.

“Unfortunately, yes. You really wanna play this game with me, though? I’m pretty good at reading people,” I say matter-of-factly, but it’s the booze talking.

“So you keep sayin’. And now I’m even more certain I do.” He chuckles, scooting my shot closer. “If you don’t guess the lie, you drink.”

“And if I do, you drink.”

“Let’s play. Ladies first.” He gestures toward me, and it takes me a minute to think.

“Okay. When I was six years old, I fell off a four-wheeler and sprained my ankle. I’m left-handed. And…” I tap my lips, thinking of the final one. “I’ve never had a one-night stand.”

The corner of his lips tilts up, and I wonder if he’s going to guess right or not.

“Jesus, you’re playin’ dirty. Alright, well, then I’d have to say your lie is the last one.” The corner of his lip tilts up.

“Wrong. I was eight, and it was a horse.” I glance down at his shot then back at him.

Gavin shakes his head “Oh, I see you’re really doin’ me dirty. Two can play that game, darlin’.” Without arguing, he downs the shot.