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“So, Truth or Dare?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

Jake’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “You know it, baby sis. But let’s make this interesting, shall we?”

I should have run then, should have known that nothing good could come from playing games with my stepbrother. But the whiskey was warm in my belly, and Jake’s presence was intoxicating in a way I couldn’t quite explain.

“Okay,” I said, taking another sip of whiskey. “Truth or Dare.”

Jake grinned. “Dare.”

I thought for a moment, trying to come up with something suitably scandalous. “I dare you to kiss me,” I said, surprising myself with my boldness.