already do that … with everything.” Tad laughed. “Including a bathroom. Trust me, there’s nothing I don’t already know.”
“We mean, tell each other things you don’t tell us.” Reagan nodded at them.
“We do,” Tad said.
“You do?” Ronnie lifted a brow.
“Of course we do.” Candace looked at them like they were crazy.
“Wait, you tell him things you don’t tell me?” Reagan looked offended, but Candace could only laugh and shake her head.
“Yeah.”
“Like what?” Reagan straightened her back.
“Usually I’m complaining about you guys,” Candace joked.
“All right, well, still this is your challenge. So just go home, get drunk—play Truth or Dare,” Reed offered.
“Done.” Tad slapped the table good-naturedly.
* * * *
Candace was pretty sloshed already. They’d stopped to get a special bottle of tequila and were now at home doing shots. “Okay. Let’s start out slow here. Go easy on me, Dundee. I haven’t played since I was a teenager.”
“And I have?” Tad laughed. “Yeah, I play this at the weekly slumber parties I go to,” Tad said facetiously.
“All right, smart-ass.” Candace smiled. They were seated at their picnic table in their backyard. Sara and Zeke were running around playing a dog version of tag. Sasha was snapping at fireflies, trying to catch them in her mouth. Charlie was trying to climb into Candace’s lap, and Rudy was snoozing peacefully beneath the table. “Truth me.”
“Chicken,” Tad teased.
“Aw, come on.” Candace poured them each another shot.
“All right.” Tad thought for a moment. “Favorite color?”
Candace shook her head. “You already know that. And I’m sure that Reed and Reagan didn’t mean for us to just reiterate the stuff we already know about each other. Dig a little deeper … darker … naughtier.” Candace smirked. “But it’s orange. Go again.”
Tad rolled his eyes, took the shot, and thought about what else he could ask her. “All right, who of our friends could you have had sex with but didn’t?”
“Well, Joe seemed pretty interested the second before he spotted Ronnie … and then it was all over for me after that.”
“Truth.”
“All right, same question, chicken.”
“Well, I tried to get Reagan’s number once—”
“What?” Candace laughed. She looked shocked. Apparently, Reagan had never told her this before, either.
“It was before I knew she was your sister and the girl that Reed had been mooning over for weeks. She’s cute.” Tad shrugged, thinking that was going to help his defense.
“Yeah, well, she’s got good genetics.” Candace grinned. “All right, let’s spice this up. Give me a dare, Dundee.”
“A dare, huh?” Tad looked around, trying to find something to spark an idea. Tad watched the early morning newspapers being delivered and he smirked. “I dare you to steal Mr. Evercut’s newspaper.”
“No!” Candace squealed. “The man is scary and freakishly compulsive about his newspapers. I heard the paperboy missed once and it landed in the dirt of his flower garden and Mr. Evercut shot him.”
“Urban myth. It never happened. Do the dare or face the consequence.”
“Give me the consequence because I’m not messing with Mr. Evercut’s newspaper.”
Tad poured her another shot. “Do another shot and then a cartwheel immediately following.”
“Fine.” Candace took the shot. She ran onto the lawn and did a masterful cartwheel. But the cartwheel must have jostled her insides because she got instantly woozy. She looked like she might throw up for a second. “Okay, no more of that. Just truth me from here on out.” She held her stomach and sank back down onto the bench seat.
“Oh, come on, you big baby.” Tad gave her a playful push.
“Okay, hotshot. Let me dare you.” She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned forward.
“Bring it on.” He grinned. Candace stood and disappeared into the house. Charlie followed in tow. Tad was smiling
“We mean, tell each other things you don’t tell us.” Reagan nodded at them.
“We do,” Tad said.
“You do?” Ronnie lifted a brow.
“Of course we do.” Candace looked at them like they were crazy.
“Wait, you tell him things you don’t tell me?” Reagan looked offended, but Candace could only laugh and shake her head.
“Yeah.”
“Like what?” Reagan straightened her back.
“Usually I’m complaining about you guys,” Candace joked.
“All right, well, still this is your challenge. So just go home, get drunk—play Truth or Dare,” Reed offered.
“Done.” Tad slapped the table good-naturedly.
* * * *
Candace was pretty sloshed already. They’d stopped to get a special bottle of tequila and were now at home doing shots. “Okay. Let’s start out slow here. Go easy on me, Dundee. I haven’t played since I was a teenager.”
“And I have?” Tad laughed. “Yeah, I play this at the weekly slumber parties I go to,” Tad said facetiously.
“All right, smart-ass.” Candace smiled. They were seated at their picnic table in their backyard. Sara and Zeke were running around playing a dog version of tag. Sasha was snapping at fireflies, trying to catch them in her mouth. Charlie was trying to climb into Candace’s lap, and Rudy was snoozing peacefully beneath the table. “Truth me.”
“Chicken,” Tad teased.
“Aw, come on.” Candace poured them each another shot.
“All right.” Tad thought for a moment. “Favorite color?”
Candace shook her head. “You already know that. And I’m sure that Reed and Reagan didn’t mean for us to just reiterate the stuff we already know about each other. Dig a little deeper … darker … naughtier.” Candace smirked. “But it’s orange. Go again.”
Tad rolled his eyes, took the shot, and thought about what else he could ask her. “All right, who of our friends could you have had sex with but didn’t?”
“Well, Joe seemed pretty interested the second before he spotted Ronnie … and then it was all over for me after that.”
“Truth.”
“All right, same question, chicken.”
“Well, I tried to get Reagan’s number once—”
“What?” Candace laughed. She looked shocked. Apparently, Reagan had never told her this before, either.
“It was before I knew she was your sister and the girl that Reed had been mooning over for weeks. She’s cute.” Tad shrugged, thinking that was going to help his defense.
“Yeah, well, she’s got good genetics.” Candace grinned. “All right, let’s spice this up. Give me a dare, Dundee.”
“A dare, huh?” Tad looked around, trying to find something to spark an idea. Tad watched the early morning newspapers being delivered and he smirked. “I dare you to steal Mr. Evercut’s newspaper.”
“No!” Candace squealed. “The man is scary and freakishly compulsive about his newspapers. I heard the paperboy missed once and it landed in the dirt of his flower garden and Mr. Evercut shot him.”
“Urban myth. It never happened. Do the dare or face the consequence.”
“Give me the consequence because I’m not messing with Mr. Evercut’s newspaper.”
Tad poured her another shot. “Do another shot and then a cartwheel immediately following.”
“Fine.” Candace took the shot. She ran onto the lawn and did a masterful cartwheel. But the cartwheel must have jostled her insides because she got instantly woozy. She looked like she might throw up for a second. “Okay, no more of that. Just truth me from here on out.” She held her stomach and sank back down onto the bench seat.
“Oh, come on, you big baby.” Tad gave her a playful push.
“Okay, hotshot. Let me dare you.” She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned forward.
“Bring it on.” He grinned. Candace stood and disappeared into the house. Charlie followed in tow. Tad was smiling
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