The Wedding Agreement by Elizabeth Hayley Page A

cop-out. And I thought I was the one asking the questions here?”
    Cass ran a hand through the top of her hair and let it fall to one side. “If you plan on asking a lot of questions, let’s make this more interesting. Ever play Know It All?”
    Alex shook his head. “What is it?”
    â€œMy roommates and I used to play it in college. One person asks a question to the other. If the person doesn’t want to answer truthfully, they can lie or say‘pass.’ But then they have to take a shot, and the question goes back to the person who asked it for them to answer.”
    Alex smiled before getting up. “I’m in,” he said. “Tequila okay?”
    â€œYou have any limes?”
    â€œI think I have lemons,” Alex said, heading for the kitchen. There was something intriguing about this game. Though Alex and Cass had been seeing a lot of each other lately and he’d known her for more than a year and a half, he realized that he’d never really gotten to
know
her. At least not in the sense that he now felt he should.
    â€œLemons’ll work,” Cass called.
    Alex chopped up the fruit and grabbed the bottle of liquor and two shot glasses from the cabinet. “You sure you want to do this? You know I interrogate people for a living, right?”
    â€œI’ll take my chances,” Cass said, as Alex put the plate of lemons, the bottle, and the glasses down on the coffee table. Then he filled each glass.
    â€œI’m assuming you’re going first?” Cass asked.
    Alex rubbed his hands together in excitement.
This is going to be fun.
“I’ll start off easy,” he said. “What was the first concert you ever went to?”
    â€œNo Doubt.”
    â€œNo Doubt makes my skin crawl.”
    Cass laughed. “We actually have that in common then. I was never really a fan, but my sisters were going and they actually wanted to take me. I was eleven. There was no way I was passing up a night with my older sisters and no real adult supervision.” Cass put a finger to her lips. “My turn,” she said. “How many women have you slept with?”
    â€œOh, come on,” Alex said. “I went easy on you.”
    Cass shrugged, a pleased smirk on her face.
    â€œFour,” Alex lied, before throwing back a shot and refilling it. “I feel like there’s no right answer to that one. Question goes to you now.”
    â€œOne,” Cass answered simply.
    Alex’s eyes narrowed in confusion. “You’ve only slept with one person? You can’t pass. You have to be honest.”
    â€œI was. I’ve slept with one woman.”
    A slow smile crept over Alex’s mouth. “Fair enough. You go again?”
    â€œYeah, because you passed last time, so the one I just answered counted as your question.” Cass toyed with the label of her beer bottle, peeling it and resticking it while she thought. “Okay, what pets did you have growing up?”
    Alex was surprised by the question. Why would Cass want to know about his pets? But he didn’t bother overanalyzing it; he was happy it was so innocuous. “I had two dogs: a chocolate Lab named Tootsie and a German shepherd named Mitchell.”
    â€œMitchell?” Cass let out a laugh. “Who names their dog Mitchell?”
    â€œHey, Mitchell’s a solid name. My sister named Tootsie after the candy. So when we got another dog a few years later, my parents said I could name him. I think Mitchell’s a cool name. Strong, you know?”
    â€œIt reminds me of one of those guys from Best Buy who comes to your house to fix your computer so you don’t have to bring it to the store.” Cass squeezed the bridge of her nose. “Shit. What are those guys called?”
    â€œThe Geek Squad.”
    â€œYes.” Cass pointed at him. “Mitchell’s part of theGeek Squad. I mean, not your dog. You know what I mean.”
    Alex stared