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I try to think of something else he doesn’t know about me. “Six . . . never watched Game of Thrones.”

He nods as he listens.

“Seven . . . I wish my dog wasn’t called Barry.”

“Don’t we fucking all?”

We both burst out laughing again.

“Eight . . . I’m a great swimmer.”

“Are you lying?” He refills my champagne glass.

“Totally.”

“You’re good at other things.” He shrugs. “Can’t be greedy.”

“I know, right.” I giggle, and he taps his glass against mine for our fiftieth cheers of the night.

“Come on,” he coaches me, “I need more information.”

“Umm.” I look up to the ceiling as I try to think of something else to tell him. “Nine . . . I didn’t like it when you left the other night.”

He falls serious. “Why not?”

“You can’t ask questions unless my answers count.”

“Last question. Why didn’t you like it when I left?”

“Because I liked having you inside of me.”

His eyes darken and drop to my lips. He leans back and adjusts himself in his jeans.

He liked that answer.

“Your turn,” I say.

“No, no, this was my quiz.”

“Oh no you don’t. Give me ten facts that I don’t know about you.”

He sits back in his chair as he thinks. “I also wish your dog wasn’t called Barry because it reminds me of the Bee Gees.”

I giggle.

“Never watched Game of Thrones.”

“You can’t just copy my answers,” I tell him.

“Hmm.” He twists his lips as he thinks. “Haven’t had a vacation in a very long time.”

“Uh-huh.”

“I like to listen to true-crime podcasts. I could get away with the perfect murder if I wanted to.”

“Don’t kill me.”

He raises his eyebrow, and I laugh.

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