Page 21 of Truth or More Truth
It takes him a few minutes to make his way into the bathroom and get the faucet dripping. He stubs his toes in theprocess, and it’s hard to keep from giggling at the string of curses he lets out.
“This dripping sound might make me want to throw things,” he says.
“Close the door. That’ll help.”
A minute later he says, “I’m setting the clothes on the end of your bed, okay?”
“Thanks.” Without fully getting out from under the covers, I pull on the socks and then slip his pants on over mine.
His bedding rustles as he gets in. Silence reigns for a few minutes before he says, “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to sleep. It’s barely eight o’clock, which is only six in California.”
“Same. I usually don’t go to sleep before eleven.”
“Time to play ‘Truth or Dare’ again then.”
I burst out laughing. “I can’t believe you suggested that. What can we dare each other to do in the dark, though?”
His silence makes me think about what I just said, and my cheeks burn.
“Um,” I say, “I mean …”
“Yeah, I’m definitely telling everyone in Arkansas about that question.” He chuckles.
“You wouldn’t.”
“You’ll have to wait and see,” he teases.
I smile into the darkness. “So we’re playing ‘Truth or More Truth,’ then?”
“I’m kind of hoping for a dare now.”
Warmth spreads throughout my body, and once again I’m glad he can’t see me, unlike when he caught me staring at his toned arms when he came out of the bathroom earlier when the lights were on. I didn’t believe his “is there a stain on my shirt” line for one second.
I say, “All right, Sport, I dare you to play ‘Truth or More Truth’ with me.”
“Okay.”
“Really?”
“Just one truth, though. And I get one veto. So think carefully about what you really want to know about me.”
I want to know about the woman—women?—in his life, but I’m afraid I won’t like his answer, and I don’t want to ruin the burgeoning friendship between us. If he’s a cheater, I don’t want to know. Or do I? Can I even be friends with someone who cheats on his girlfriend? I’ve been on the other side of that equation, and it’s a terrible place to be.
I can’t help but think he’s not a cheater, though. If he were, I don’t think Ash and Randall would want him in their lives. But that doesn’t mean he’s not a player. Dating more than one person at once isn’t my jam, but I’m not going to judge people who do it, as long as everyone involved is aware of the situation.
Since I have no intention of dating Bobby, regardless of how delicious he looked in his T-shirt and sweatpants or how my body responds to his touch, I determine it’s not my business to ask any more questions about his romantic relationships. Instead, I need to ask him something that will help me get to know him better—help melikehim better. Due to our intersecting jobs and mutual friends, we’ll be in each other’s lives for a long time.
“I can hear your brain working,” he says. “It’s even drowning out the dripping sound.”
“I’m trying to think of something that’s going to take you a long time to fully answer, since I only get one chance.”
He chuckles. “Take your time.”
A minute later, I say, “Tell me how you feel about your job.”
“Hmm.”
“Hmm, what?”
