Page 46 of Haunted Spurs

Cole pushes off the post he was leaning against, taking a step toward her. "Yeah..." he murmurs, that rogue's grin spreading across his lips, "or in a creepy barn like this, right after a sexy girl suggests playing Truth or Dare."

Carolina doesn’t back down an inch. She drops her gaze, slowly and shamelessly scanning his hips before looking back up at him with open challenge.

“I bet yours is so small you don’t even want to play, just in case.”

A collective gasp goes through the group. Indya covers her mouth, barely hiding a laugh.

Cole doesn’t even blink. If anything, the insult just sparks something in him. He leans in slightly, closing the distance between them.

"Why's that, gorgeous?" he whispers. "You want to dare me to show it to you, just in case?"

Carolina parts her lips, ready to fire back, but she gets cut off.

"Okay, okay. We can either grab some popcorn and enjoy your banter, or..." Lizzie interjects, visibly amused. “Carolina’s idea sounds like a fun way to spend the evening, but… what about playing inside? Maybe grab something to eat and drink while we’re at it.”

“Do you think there’s anything in the kitchen? I could really use a drink,” Susan chimes in.

She twirls a blonde curl around her finger, her lazy gaze fixed on Cade.

The twin cowboy catches it immediately. Hooking his thumbs into his belt buckle, he looks at her like he’s already decided to have some fun with it.

“I highly doubt production would leave us here with no food or booze until Monday morning…” Ron says, glancing around.

“Yeah, come on. It’s as good a way as any to get to know each other,” Sam shrugs.

“Sounds electrifying to me!” Indya cheers, turning to high-five Carolina.

Emma, still stuck to Levi’s side, nods quickly. She looks like she’s fine with literally anything as long as it gets her out of the barn.

“Are you serious? Are we still in high school?” Emerson mutters, shaking his head with unbearable superiority.

“Come on…” Susan slides a hand up Emerson’s sweater vest and gently tips his chin up with one finger. “Don’t be such a buzzkill, professor.”

Emerson rolls his eyes so hard it’s almost impressive, but the flush creeping up his neck gives him away.

I just shrug it off.

I hate these games.

I catch Ron’s eye. He immediately picks up on my discomfort and throws me a bright, cheerful wink, full of that infuriating optimism that somehow both annoys and pulls me in.

“So we’re all in?” Josh asks, looking around for a final consensus.

Without thinking, we all turn at the same time toward Dustin and Sierra, who haven’t said a word since we got into the barn.

And… gross.

I instantly regret looking.

Dustin’s got a hand on her ass while they’re basically glued to each other’s faces.

“Guys…” Indya bursts out laughing, covering her eyes with one hand. “Please. A little decency.”

Sierra jumps and swats Dustin lightly, clearly just realizing they’ve been caught.

She quickly composes herself, adjusting her clothes and smoothing her messy hair. "We're in!" she squeaks, her voice an octave higher than normal out of embarrassment.

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