“You have to guess.” Sloane swallowed, then looked up from her lap. “You have to. Those are the rules.” Michael poked Sloane’s foot with his. “Is it the one about the beagles?” “No,” Sloane said. “No, it is not.” “We know.” Dean’s voice was as gentle as I’d ever heard it. “We know which one the lie is, Sloane.” Sloane let out a long breath. “Based on my calculations, now would be an appropriate time for someone to hug me.”
