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I turned around, bouncing on my feet. “That’s it!”

“I’m telling you—these two are cheating somehow,” Rhett said.

“Don’t be such a poor sport,” I said sweetly.

“We just know how each other’s minds work,” Grant said.

Had he just said that in front of everyone?

“But how could you?” Jack asked. “You barely know each other.”

“They’ve known each other for ten years,” Ivy said. “That’s a heck of a lot longer than us.”

Jack looked over at Grant and me, his eyes glittering. “You’ve known of each other but have spent almost no time together.”

Grant was like a deer in the headlights. I, on the other hand, knew exactly where this was headed. Once Jack had an idea in his head, he was a dog with a bone. Which is why we needed to tell him the truth before he figured it out for himself.

“Never mind that,” Ivy said quickly. “Let’s get on with the game.”

Ivy shot me a look that went right through me like a lightning bolt of truth.

She knew.

And she would surely tell Jack.

The marker returned to Rhett for the third round. He drew what looked like a boot floating over a row of flames.

“Cowboy on fire,” Holly said.

Rhett shook his head.

“Hot feet. Burning boots. That time you tried to dry your socks over Carol’s stove.”

Rhett flipped the page to start over. This time he drew multiple boot like objects.

“Christmas stockings,” Holly shouted.

Ivy rang the bell.

“That’s right, stockings,” Rhett said.

“Why was the first one on fire?” Beck asked.

“It was hanging over the fireplace,” Rhett said, as if it were obvious.

“Oh, right,” Beck said graciously. “Of course.”

Beck’s next drawing was a row of stick figures, with musical notes coming out of their mouths. Blake guessed baby birds, a dentist appointment. “All my father’s wives?”

Beck laughed. “Good one.”

“C’mon, this is so obvious,” I said.

Ivy rang the bell.

“Man, we suck at this,” Beck said to Blake, smiling and shaking his head.

Blake grinned back at him. “I know. Isn’t it great?”