Sienna tilted her head curiously. “What kind of game?”
Harper’s eyes sparkled. “The only game that matters when you’ve got firelight, cocktails, and unresolved tension in the air.”
Jessa—the quiet one—groaned softly. “Oh no.”
With a dramatic flourish, Harper raised her hand. “Truth or Dare, baby.”
The fire crackled to life just beyond the beachfront, encircled by plush outdoor loungers and wide beanbags arranged in a loose ring. Soft instrumental music floated from hidden speakers, blending with the rhythmic rush of waves nearby. Torches flickered along the path, casting a golden glow that made the entire setup feel like a dream wrapped in firelight.
Harper was the first to plop down onto a beanbag, arms stretched wide like she owned the island. “This is giving tropical secrets and em
