Read Fix You: Bash and Olivia, Book 2 of 3 (McDaniels Brothers) for Free Online

but I didn’t care. If he couldn’t leave, then I’d stay to keep him company.
    “I can’t eat Chinese food when I’m training for a fight, and I hate ghost stories.”
    “Okay, now you’re just being a baby. Stop sulking.”
    His lip quirked, and for a second, I got a glimpse of what Bash might be like if things weren’t so shitty all the time. If he had something to make him smile more often.
    Or someone .
    “Fine. Not Chinese, then,” I said, rolling my eyes. “We’ll get sushi. That’s healthy. And we can play a game instead of telling ghost stories.”
    The last of annoyance faded from his face and his gaze went hot. “What kind of game?”
    What kind of game, indeed? My tongue was stuck to the roof of my mouth and I shifted, leaning forward to toy with the laces of my sneaker to buy some time. I’d been jabbering off the cuff and had no idea what to play, but after the other night, I couldn’t help but wonder if I suggested seven minutes in heaven, would he go for it?
    That was the thing about Bash McDaniels. If he had seven minutes, I knew from personal experience he could take me to heaven and back with three to spare.
    I swallowed hard, and my throat felt like I’d been sucking on fiberglass. Should I play it safe and go for rummy, or take a chance?
    Decisions, decisions…
    “What about truth or dare?” he asked, a half smile curling his lips.
    “Okay.”
    The word was out of my mouth before what he’d said had really sunk in. Pretty pathetic, but there was almost nothing he could’ve suggested short of Russian roulette that I would’ve said no to. Upon consideration, though, it was an interesting and confounding choice. Games like that could be fun in a “get to know you” kind of way, but they could also go a whole other way.
    My nipples tightened and I said a silent prayer of thanks for the hoodie I’d slipped on over my long-sleeved T-shirt. “Let’s order our food, and then we’ll play while we wait.”
    “Sake Hana down the block is pretty good.” He pushed himself to his feet and I tried not to stare as he crossed the room to the front desk and grabbed his cell phone.
    He was wearing a tight, threadbare Red Sox T-shirt that was clearly a favorite. Parts were almost see-through with wear, and once his back was turned, I was doing my level best to act as quality assurance on that front. I’d just identified a section on his lower back that showed off a dip right above his ass when he turned around, phone in hand.
    “Tuna, salmon, and California roll okay for you?”
    I nodded and my face went hot. “Sure. Yeah. I like it all.”
    If he noticed me ogling him, he didn’t let on, and went back to his conversation with the person on the line from the Japanese restaurant.
    A minute later, he hung up. “It’ll be ready in half an hour.” He padded hesitantly back to where I was sitting, and I wondered if he was second-guessing his decision to let me stay. “Look, you don’t have to entertain me, you know. Like you said, it’s the weekend. I’m sure you’ve got something going on at school, or parties to go to…”
    I didn’t budge, and just stared at him. Did he honestly think that any of that mattered to me anymore? I’d blown off a week’s worth of classes trying to get him out of the clink, and he thought I was worried about a party?
    “I’ll go first,” I said, my gaze locked with his. “Truth. Since you and I…got together, everything else has seemed small and stupid. The people I surrounded myself seem and petty. The things I did for fun don’t seem fun anymore. And the things I think are important have shifted. Aside from you, I only have one real, true friend. And that’s the truth.”
    He stopped directly in front of me and lowered himself back onto the mat, his long legs straight out in front of him. He considered my words for a long time before he spoke. “That’s not how you play that game.”
    I couldn’t hold in my pained laugh. I’d just dumped