. "Oh, let me guess. You're going to ask something totall

game." He was defending Morgan. The small act of betraya

nacing. "I'll just drink," she said, trying to opt out of

ice sickeningly sweet. "This game is

apped, Ava felt a cold wave of resignation wash over her. The bottle spun again.

unforgettable me

five years, what wou

ngs. Each time, Ava chose to drink instead of answer, the tequila burning a fiery path down

nd confusion. He saw her refusal to play along as childish p

s turn to spin. The bo

the table. He held it up, his voice booming with manufactured excitement. "Okay, the rule is: The player ch

the rule was breathtaking. All eyes swiveled between Ethan, Mor

th that?" Caleb mutte

as a trap, designed with surgical precision to force

o her mouth, but her eyes danced with t

... what? An escape? Forgiveness? Then his gaze shifted to Morgan, who was looking at him with wide, expe

arted chanting. "Choose, Ethan!

her mind was becoming unnervingly clear. As Vince held up the card, she noti

He couldn't make the choice. The silence in the booth became a roarin