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One truth card. You choose one or the other.”
    Marcie held up a finger and called out, “Adding a new rule!” She eyed Jennifer. “It’s the bride’s prerogative.” Then she peered around the circle. “If you don’t want either card, you have to strip off one item of clothing.”
    Jennifer gaped, shook her head. This was where she drew the line. She started to get up. Marcie grabbed her arm. “Oh, no, you don’t.” Then to the circle of guests, “The maid of honor is trying to run out on us, you guys.”
    Shouts rang out. Demands that Jennifer “be a man” and stay for the game. Like she wanted to “be a man.” Nevertheless, she was hogtied into staying.
    Marcie gloated, then announced. “The wedding party will go first! Come on, Jen, loosen up.”
    Jennifer had gotten plenty loose in that kitchen with Bobby, and she had no intention of getting loose in the middle of a crowd. She didn’t even consider looking in Bobby’s direction on that one. Instead, she lashed back at Marcie.
    “Bride and groom go first!” Jennifer yelled.
    Marcie’s eyes lit. “Okay!”
    So much for lashing back. Marcie rolled the dice. Even number. No card draw for her. She slid the board to Mark, who quickly rolled the dice. Odd number. He drew two cards.
    Marcie giggled in anticipation. “Read the cards to everyone,” she said anxiously.
    “Truth card,” Mark said. “Who is the best lover you have ever had?” He grinned and looked at Marcie.
    She smiled. “Read the other one.”
    “Dare card,” Mark said. “Perform a striptease for the room.” His eyes widened. “I’ll take the truth. Marcie is the best lover I have ever had.”
    Everyone booed, yelling that he’d gotten off easy. “I’m the groom,” Mark declared. “That’s how it should work. At least until I walk down the aisle.”
    Marcie gaped and he grinned. “Just joking.” He bent down and gave Marcie a quick kiss.
    The next person was Sally, who was not only in the wedding, but the one Jennifer was pretty darn sure had ordered the dancers. Sally rolled an odd number. She drew two cards. “Truth. Have you ever used a vibrator?” She crinkled her nose. “Dare. Kiss the person to your right. Must use tongue.” That person was Mark. Holy crap. This was not going well.
    Marcie grabbed Jennifer’s arm, digging her fingernails through her bare flesh. “Aye,” Jennifer complained but Marcie didn’t let go.
    Everyone stared at Sally, the time ticking by in slow, excruciating seconds. Sally bit her lip and then said, “Truth. Sometimes a good vibrator is better than a man who doesn’t know what he is doing.”
    A general sigh of relief fell across the lawn. As if everyone knew how bad the bad would have been if Sally would have kissed Mark.
    It was the best man’s turn and he ended up with a dare. He mooned the circle. Another bridesmaid stripped off her shirt, leaving her in her bra. A grooms-man and bridesmaid who Jennifer thought hated each other kissed, with tongue action, and now it was Bobby’s turn.
    He rolled the dice. Odd number. His eyes met Jennifer’s from across the circle. Anticipation thrummed through her veins.
    “Truth,” he said. “What is the kinkiest thing you ever did with a feather?”
    A slow smile spread on his lips, but he didn’t look up. She knew exactly what he was thinking and felt her cheeks redden. Once, years before, he’d tied her facedown on the bed and, well, the feather had driven her insane. Surely he wouldn’t tell that story? Then again, he’d had seven years to use feathers in all kinds of ways she might never even dream possible. Her heart sank.
    “Dare,” he said, glancing down at the card. “Drink four shots of tequila.”
    He stared at the card and Jennifer’s stomach twisted. He wouldn’t drink four shots of anything stronger than Kool-Aid. The man could nurse one beer all night long and make everyone think it was his third or fourth. At least, the Bobby she’d known seven years