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So does Lexi, I believe.” She winked at Lexi and took another sip of her drink.
    “And last but not least, Lexi. Truth or dare?” Fiona asked.
    She bit her lip, knowing she was caught between the proverbial rock and a hard place. There was no way she’d take a dare after seeing what the other two had entailed; but the avid faces of the other three girls told her whatever truth she’d be asked to reveal would be very personal and very sexual. She’d look like a spoilt sport if she chickened out. “Truth,” she all but whispered.
    Cara pounced before anyone else could. “Have you ever fantasized about being fucked in a very public place, maybe with other people watching?” She grinned at the gasps around the table. “I just, you know…wondered, you being such a prude and all.”
    Lexi froze. Somehow, Cara had tapped into her deepest, wildest fantasy. She knew she talked a lot when she was drunk. The last time she’d been off her face had been at her birthday party. Had she blurted out her secret then, at the one occasion when she’d drank way more than was good for her?
    After years of being called a prude, she’d often wondered if she was perhaps too conservative when it came to sex. With Enzo, she’d begun to think she wasn’t, but for years she’d fantasized about what it would be like to break out of her shell sexually. And the one recurring fantasy she’d had was of being fucked in a public place, where all the guys who’d mocked her inhibitions could see her and regret their name-calling. But how the fuck had Cara known?
    “Come on, Lexi, we’re waiting. Truth, truth, truth, truth ,” the girls chanted.
    She bit her lip. “Okay, okay. Yes, I’ve…thought about it, I guess. No more than anyone else, I’m sure.”
    “And?” Cara pressed, as she took another healthy slug of her drink.
    Lexi shrugged self-consciously. “And nothing. I’ve only thought about it.”
    “W-would you like to?” Cara slurred.
    “Stop it, Cara, now you’ve got her all hot and bothered. Here, Lexi, have a drink, calm your nerves.” Sally shoved a cocktail glass in her hand.
    “No, I’m driving, remember?”
    “Fuck it, one little drink won’t hurt. Besides I’d rather have you driving with calm nerves than all twisted up the way you are now,” she teased. “God, you’d think we’ve asked you whether you love anal.”
    Jesus. Sometimes, she wondered why she called these girls her friends.
    “Fine.” Willing her cheeks to stop burning, she grabbed the glass and downed the mouthful. The unexpected heat of the vodka worked its way down her throat. Grimacing at the tartness of the cranberry juice, she set the glass down and looked up to find Cara’s gaze on her.
    “So-o you gonna anssswer my question?”
    Not in this lifetime. “No more questions. I’ve played the game, fair and square. Now, I think it’s time to go.” Hurriedly she stood, gathered the purses and handbags, and busied herself with making sure the tab was settled. All the while, she felt Cara’s drunken gaze on her. Without looking her way again, she led the other two girls out into the pre-dawn air. She paused, inhaled a welcome breath of fresh air, only to have it whoosh out of her when slim arms closed around her.
    “I l-l-ove you, Lexiiii. You’re my best friend, e-ever!” Cara exclaimed.
    “Hey, I thought I was your best friend ever?” Fiona whined from behind them.
    Cara tried to focus on the voice behind her, failed, and swayed on her feet. “Sure y’aarr, Fi,” she shouted, then turned to Lexi, “But I’m reeeeally glad you’re going ta be my sisthher, well, sort-a.”
    Regardless of the hopelessly slurred and contrary words, Lexi experienced a rush of warmth and relief at hearing them. She clung to the hope that Cara’s negative attitude had just been the unfounded fears of an insecure sister, rather than a future sister-in-law who hated her guts.
    She mentally crossed her fingers. Everything would be fine. She’d