Chapter 38

• Wow, I think. I’m in big trouble here. It was a mistake to play with a man who does security for a living. He’s probably trained in the art of lying. I down the shot of whiskey like a pro. “Your turn.”
• Mateo leans back, his arms outstretched on the sofa. He recites his two truths and a lie without a moment of pause. “I beat off in my office after you left me today. I wore a thong swimsuit when I lost a bet in college. And every time I’ve played this game, I’ve never had to take a shot.”
• My eyes pop out of my head. The third one has to be the lie, right? Otherwise, he’s not human. But the thong can’t be true? I’m kind of hoping the beat-off is true. Would he do that in the office building my family owns? Fine by me after what he’s done for me. Ugh, I’m confused by this game. He’s good. “Number three is a lie.”