She laughed again and Keegan found he very much liked the sound. While he hadn’t found himself quite as infatuated with the cute little daycare owner—not the way Kaden was, anyway—he certainly understood the appeal. When she wasn’t on edge, she was fun and sweet and damn easy on the eyes.
Since neither of them had any suggestions, Keegan poured two fingers in each of the glasses, passed one to Bristol, the other to Kaden. Since he didn’t have another, he figured he’d drink straight from the bottle.
No one spoke and Keegan realized it was going to get awkward really fast if he didn’t do something.
“All right. Never have I ever, it is.”
Bristol’s cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink. “Seriously?”
“Yep. I assume you know how to play?”
She nodded. “Someone tells something they’ve never done before and anyone who has done it has to drink.”
Keegan mock toasted her with the bottle. “You can go first.”
“Me?”
Yep, he could totally understand why Kaden was head over heels for this chick. Seriously.
*
Bristol knew she shouldn’t have answered the door. She’d even considered it. It would’ve been easy to play it off tomorrow, to tell them she’d fallen asleep early, but her hand had turned that knob before her brain could get out the instruction.
And here she was, sitting in a semi-dark room with two of the sexiest men on the planet. She knew she would regret standing them up tonight, but she’d never anticipated they’d make a house call. Or hotel room, as was the case now.
Not that she had any intention of letting them know she wasn’t entirely disappointed that they’d tracked her down. In fact, she planned to continue with the ruse, making them believe she had absolutely no interest. Which, of course, was a painful lie. But sometimes self-preservation was the most important thing.
“Should we put a time limit on this?” Keegan asked, a teasing note in his voice.
“I’m thinkin’,” she argued, though she hadn’t given a second’s thought about something she’d never done.
Taking a deep breath, she willed her mind to quiet, to ignore the fact that Kaden and Keegan Walker had interrupted what would’ve been a perfectly boring night.
“Ten, nine…”
Bristol laughed. “Hush it. I’m thinkin’. Okay, fine. Never have I ever … stolen a car.”
Keegan’s sexy mouth curved into a wide grin while his twin’s twitched. Kaden lifted his glass, drained it, while Keegan took a swig on the bottle.
Bristol’s eyes widened. “You’ve stolen a car?”
“Technically,” Kaden said, “we misappropriated it. Temporarily.”
Bristol raised her eyebrows, urging him to continue.
“It was our old man’s car,” Keegan explained. “Needless to say, we spent a good portion of our freshman year grounded.”
Bristol realized she shouldn’t have been surprised. Kaden and Keegan were the very definition of a bad boy. In duplicate.
“My turn,” Keegan said. “Never have I ever snuck a boy in my bedroom window.”
Realizing the twist he’d put on that, Bristol chuckled, only it came out as a snort. A very unladylike one, at that.
“Well?” Kaden prompted, his blue-gray eyes locked on her as though he couldn’t wait to find out the answer.
Bristol took a big swallow of her drink.
“I knew it!” Keegan laughed. “Explain yourself, young lady.”
“I was a junior, I think. His name was David. He was a senior and I thought he hung the moon.”
“Did you get caught?” Kaden inquired.
“Nope. But I never did it again after that. I was so freaked out that my dad would catch me, I couldn’t even look at him. He stayed for about twenty minutes, then hightailed it. Never talked to me again after that.”
“Probably for the best,” Keegan noted, then glanced at Kaden. “Your turn.”
Kaden seemed to consider it, then said, “Never have I ever cried while watching a movie.”
“Good one,” Keegan said.
Bristol was the only one to drink.
“Last movie you cried at,” Kaden prompted.
“Oh, geez.” Bristol tried to think but wasn’t even sure. “I have no idea, but I can admit, I tend to get weepy. I have no shame.”
The game took off from there.
Bristol: “Never have I ever lied to get a job.”
Kaden and Keegan both drank.
“Mechanic shop,” Keegan supplied. “We were seventeen. Lied and said we were eighteen.”
“Did you get hired?”
“Yep.”
Keegan: “Never have I ever been on a fad diet.”
Bristol drank, Kaden didn’t.
“More than one,” she admitted.
Kaden: “Never have I ever cut my own hair.”
Keegan drank, Bristol did, too.
“I wanted bangs,” Bristol said when Kaden stared at her. “For the record, it did not turn out well.”
“Well, I shaved my head,” Keegan admitted, getting to his knees to add more vodka to her glass.
“Did you do it, too?” she asked Kaden.
“Hell no. He looked like a douche.”
That made her laugh so hard tears came to her eyes. It took a minute or two, but she finally calmed herself.
Bristol: “Never have I ever played strip poker.”
“Totally missin’ out, darlin’,” Keegan said as he took a pull on the bottle.
Kaden downed his drink, held his glass out for more.
At this point, Bristol was feeling no pain, so she offered up her glass, too.
Keegan: “Never have I ever eaten food that fell on the floor.”
Kaden drank, Bristol didn’t.
“Five-second rule,” Kaden said defensively, and followed it with a sinful smirk.
More vodka was added.
Kaden: “Never have I ever gotten a tattoo I regretted.”
Keegan drank, Bristol didn’t.
“I was drunk and stupid.”
“What’s the tattoo of?”
“An anchor.” He tapped over his left shoulder to show where it was. “Luckily, I never have to look at it.”
Bristol: “Never have I ever slept in the nude.”
Both men drank. Kaden had to get more.
“Every night, darlin’,” Kaden supplied.
Keegan: “Never have I ever regifted something someone gave me.”
Bristol downed what was in her glass, laughing. She knew she should chill on the shots, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. For the first time in a long time, she was totally chill.
“It gets worse,” she explained, giggling. “It was a gift from Bianca. I gifted it back to her two years later. She totally busted me.”
Both men laughed and she realized how much she loved the rough grind of their voices.
Keegan supplied more alcohol.
Kaden: “Never have I ever talked my way out of a ticket.”
Bristol drank, Keegan didn’t.
“I was sixteen,” she told them. “And in my defense, I’ve never been pulled over since.”
Another refill.
Bristol: “Never have I ever hated a gift but said I loved it.”