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“What does your recording say?” she asks.
He shrugs, for the first time, a little bashful. “You’re enough.”
We go a couple more rounds (I get dared to balance a spoon on my nose, and it takes nearly ten tries; Jason confesses to listening to—and enjoying—the latest Taylor Swift CD).
“Truth or dare?” Jason asks.
“Truth,” Kenzi replies.
“What happened with Otto’s father?”
Kenzi hesitates a second. She glances down at her plate, then says, “Uh…he was just this guy I met. In college. Didn’t want anything to do with it. So.”
“That’s rough,” Jason says, his voice full of compassion.
Kenzi “hmms” and tries on a smile.
As she speaks, however, I notice that she absently toys with her earring, rubbing it between her thumb and forefinger.
It’s her tell. The way I always knew whenever she was lying when we were kids. She’d play with her ears, an unconscious little gesture.
I decide not to call her out on it, however. Instead, I swallow back unspoken words with a sip of wine.
“My turn,” Kenzi says, quick to change the mood. “Truth or dare, Jason?”
“Truth.”
“Since you went for a hard-hitter, I’m going right back. Why did you divorce your wife?”
Jason presses his lips together. “You, uh…know those toys they make for kids…the ones that they make so kids learn their shapes?”
“Sure.”
“It was like we were trying to put the circle shape in the square hole, and no matter how much we kept trying, it just wouldn’t…fit.”
I lean over and stage-whisper in Kenzi’s ear, “He has a huge cock.”
Kenzi laughs, and Jason stabs his fork in my direction. “Hey. Perverts. I’m talking about something real here.”
“Okay.” Kenzi flattens her forearms on the table, going into full reporter mode. “Follow up question. Why did you marry her in the first place?”
“She was interested in what I had to say. She laughed at my stupid jokes. I thought that meant she loved me.”
Kenzi clicks her tongue and shakes her head. “Typical Jason King. Someone shows you the slightest bit of attention and you assume they’re madly in love with you.”
“I’ve only been wrong once.” There is that arrogant smirk.
“And look how much it’s humbled you.”
Kenzi is being a pain in his ass, and Jason is here for the challenge.
They’re practically eye-fucking each other across the table.
I stab a piece of broccoli. Jason’s eyes catch on mine.
“Truth or dare, D?” he asks.
“Dare,” I say, because our truths are getting thorny, and no way am I walking into that minefield.
