Abel shakes his head. “This is just plain sad.” “Agreed.” I huff out a laugh. “But fine, I’ll do it.” While far from foolproof, using our little game of truth and dare as a cover story if Thorne catches me in the act is better than nothing. “Go on then.” Nick shoos me away. “You don’t have all night.” “Okay. Here I go.” Olive gives me a drunken wave. “Don’t get caught.”
