Page 76 of Rising Heat
“Only if you have something to hide.”
“What kind of game are we playing exactly?”
“Never have I ever. With cards.”
“Ty…”
Mack gives me less of a look and more of a warning.
“That’s your game?” Darcy says.
“More civilized this way.”
I shrug at Mack.
“I don’t know if I trust anything you describe as civilized.”
Mack takes a sip of bourbon.
“You shouldn’t.”
“Not helping.”
She scowls at him.
His mouth curves.
“Wasn’t trying to.”
I deal us each ten cards face down. Darcy picks hers up, glances through them once, then again. I can practically see the debate happening—play it safe or cause problems. A second later she slides one onto the table.
“Never have I ever hooked up with someone at work.”
“That’s your opener?” Mack raises a brow.
“We’re warming up.”
I toss a card into the middle of the table.
“Paramedic in training. Southie.”
Darcy huffs out a laugh.
I nod at Mack.
“Don’t act superior.”
Mack holds my gaze for one beat before sliding a card onto the table.
Darcy blinks.
“Mason?”
I catch my brother’s eye over her head.
Unbelievable.
Most people get Mack. Friends, coworkers, half the department. Mason only comes out when he’s trying to keep a little distance between himself and somebody else.
