But Daniel looked hopeful and earnest, the wind ruffling his hair and collar as they stood in the middle of the forest. “Come on, let’s go back to your cabin and we can, ah, talk on the way.” Daniel fell into step beside him as they walked toward the main building. It was only a few steps before Daniel brushed their hands together. “So you want to play like Truth or Dare or something?” he asked lightly. “That might help, actually,” Owen agreed, tangling their fingers together. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” Owen took a deep breath. Daniel hummed. “When you invited me to lunch, were you trying to get into my pants or actually get me to agree to the makeover?” “Yes,” Owen teased. “I’ll make you do a dare if you don’t answer properly, Mr. Grainger, and fair warning, we are very close to a large body of water, so skinny-dipping could be a possibility.” “Ah, well, in that case—it was both. I needed to tell you about the makeover and I wanted to spend time with you.”
