Page 111 of Well That Happened

Caleb? Immediately grins and salutes. “Yes, Dad.” Then turns to me with a conspiratorial wink.

And I swear the restaurant gets warmer.

Grayson lifts his beer and takes a slow sip.

Hunter scrubs a hand down his face like he regrets his entire life. “Can we just eat and not turn this into another weird sexual tension Olympics?”

“Oh, please,” I say sweetly. “Like you’re not dying to win gold.”

That earns a bark of laughter from Caleb and the ghost of a grin from Grayson. Hunter glares at all three of us.

Caleb leans in, eyes bright. “You know what we need?”

“I’m scared to ask,” I say.

“Game night. Bar style. Come on—truth or dare or never have I ever. Your pick, Riles.”

I glance at the guys. All eyes on me. Expectant. Maybe a little dangerous.

Truth or dare would be reckless.

Never have I ever? Slightly less reckless. Slightly.

I take another sip. “Fine. Never have I ever.”

Caleb claps once, delighted. “Now we’re talking.”

Hunter groans. “This is a terrible idea.”

“Great,” I say. “We agree again.”

We all raise our drinks.

Caleb starts. “Never have I ever hooked up with someone on the team.”

Grayson gives a small shake of his head while Caleb takes a sip. They glance at each other and smirk.

My eyes narrow. “Wait. Who?”

“Rookie year,” Caleb says casually. “Keg party. A very eager puck bunny. Our left winger at the time. Dark room. A lot of confusion. I’m still processing.”

Hunter looks horrified.

I’m only curious. “Processing what exactly?”

Caleb’s mouth lifts in a sexy smile. “Came to the conclusion that I’m mostly straight.”

Mostly.

It’s an interesting word. One I plan to ponder later.

“My turn,” I say, eyes glinting. “Never have I ever been in love.”

Silence.

Then Caleb sips.

So does Grayson. A slow, measured drink, like the kind that saysdon’t ask.

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