Page 85 of Lonesome Moon

“Holly with friends?” Rhett asked.

She drew puckered mouths on the stick figures.

“Holly kissing someone.” Rhett grinned, fist-pumping the air. “Hopefully me.”

The cowbell rang.

“Mistletoe,” Holly said, throwing down the marker. “How could you not see that?”

“I was distracted,” Rhett said.

“A toe would’ve helped,” Jack said.

“Why would I draw a toe?” Holly asked.

“It’s right there in the name,” Ivy said.

Rhett threw back his head, laughing. “This is the stupidest game ever.”

Blake went next. She drew a rectangle filled with dots.

“Brick,” Beck said.

Blake shook her head.

“Swiss cheese,” Beck said.

“No,” Blake said, adding a few more dots.

Beck started firing off guesses. “Saltine cracker. Sponge. Waffle. A bullet-riddled mattress. Cheese grater. Pegboard. A tiny apartment building with too many windows.”

Blake began to laugh as Beck continued to guess.

“Shower drain. A speaker.”

“Oh my goodness, no. What is happening right now?” Blake laughed so hard she doubled over for a second before she showed us her card.

Fruitcake.

“Half a point,” Beck said. “For effort.”

“No,” Ivy said firmly.

“What is a fruitcake anyway?” Beck grumbled but without any bite.

“Something disgusting,” Rhett said.

Beck and Blake returned to the sofa with a score of zero, but the way their thighs were pressed against each other I had a feeling neither cared.

I wished I could be that open about Grant and me, instead of hiding like thieves.

Ivy went next, drawing ice skates resembling two canoes with knives strapped to the bottoms, but Jack got them almost immediately.

Then it was my turn.

My card was Home Alone. I drew the first side of a roof.

“Home Alone,” Grant said.