Page 74 of Somehow You Knew

“What?”

He brings the beer bottle to his lips, keeping his eyes locked on mine. “You heard me.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Because.”

I scoff. “Wow. Hard to argue with that logic.”

He shrugs and then picks up the next card. “Have you ever had a dream about me?”

God, really? What is with these cards?

“Yes,” I answer honestly, remembering several that have infiltrated my sleep recently.

Gage’s eyes darken, but he remains perfectly still in his seat across from me. “That makes two of us then.”

Thetemperature in the room seems to skyrocket as heat blossoms all over my body, a current traveling right between my legs.

Is he trying to get me evenmoreriled up? And if he is, what’s the point when he’s not going to do anything about it?

“Next card.” I pick up the one on top. “Have you ever wanted someone you knew you couldn’t have?”

“Yes,” he says without hesitation before lifting the beer bottle to his lips.

I freeze.

Is he talking about me?

He picks up the next card. “Do you think we met for a reason?”

Holding his gaze, I say, “I think we already know the answer to that question.”

“Have you changed your mind about it though?”

“What do you mean?”

He leans his head on the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t know. I mean, I know that my aunt arranged this, but lately…” Blueberry starts barking in his sleep, pulling our attention over to him, and when I turn back to Gage, he’s taking a drink from his beer bottle and avoiding my gaze. “Never mind. Next card.”

I pick up the next card from the stack. “Have you ever lied to me?”

The silence is so thick I can hear my heart hammering as I wait for Gage to answer.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he abruptly stands from the couch and says, “I’m done with this game.” He drains the rest of his beer and heads to the kitchen, tossing the empty bottle in the recycling.

I practically launch off the couch, pissed. “Seriously, Gage?”

“Goodnight, Spitfire.”

Without a backwards glance, he walks down the hall to his room and shuts the door behind him, shutting me out even more in the process.

But what keeps me up that night is the question he refused to answer.

What is Gage lying to me about? And does it have anything to do with Miranda?

Chapter thirteen