Mara raised a brow, glancing across the table at Maverick.

“Well?” she said, folding her arms with a teasing smile. “Truth or dare?”

A slow grin spread across Maverick’s face. He leaned back in his chair, completely unfazed by the attention now fixed on him.

“Dare,” he replied smoothly.

A few whistles immediately erupted from the group.

“Oh, this is going to be good,” Simon chuckled, resting his elbow on the table as his eyes sparkled with mischief.

Mara tapped her finger thoughtfully against her chin, pretending to consider her options. The suspense stretched just long enough to make everyone lean in.

Then her smile sharpened.

“Alright,” she said. “I...