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“Never have I ever stolen anything,” Violet tilts a soft smile at Evan as she gazes at him from her end of the couch. She picks at the corner of the label on her beer bottle with a thumbnail and waits to see if he drinks, thereby admitting his guilt, or not.
They play this game sometimes. Not ad nauseam, but a few rounds here and there while they’re hanging out and drinks are involved, or whichever board or card game they’ve been playing gets old (or in reality she gets too competitive and Evan gently changes course to avoid a dumb and needless fight).
And sometimes they play even when they aren’t together. She’d called him the other night while on shift after a bad call left her shaken, and she needed to hear his voice to help restore her equilibrium. Instead of rehashing the situation with him, she’d gotten comfortable in the front seat of the rig with her knees tucked up on the dash and said, “Never have I ever gotten into a fist fight,” as soon as Evan had picked up. It was late, and the sound of his warm, sleepy laugh in her ear had smoothed away the roughest edges of her foul mood.