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"Yes.”

"Absolutely not. I can't draw. I have the artistic ability of a concussed hamster."

"Perfect. That makes it more fun."

"For who? Not for me. Definitely not for whoever gets stuck as my partner."

Destiny snorted. "Oh, this is going to be good."

Isla's smile went absolutely feral. "About that."

I should've known.

I should've seen it coming from a mile away.

But no. I was an idiot who'd let my guard down, and now I was standing in Isla's living room, staring at a whiteboard, with Cam as my Pictionary partner.

"This is a setup," I said.

"It's random," Isla insisted, but she was grinning like the chaos goblin she absolutely was.

"You rigged this."

"I pulled names out of a hat."

"A hat you manipulated with your chaos powers."

"I don't have chaos powers."

"You absolutely do. You're like a villain from a children's movie. You probably have a lair somewhere."

"If I had a lair, it would be fabulous," Isla said.

Cam cleared her throat. "Can we just play?"

I turned to her. "You're okay with this?"

"It's Pictionary. Not a marriage contract."

"It's a binding partnership that requires teamwork and communication, two things we demonstrably do not have."

"Then we'll lose spectacularly, and everyone will have a good time watching us fail,” she said, shrugging. “What's the problem?"

"The problem is I'm competitive and I hate losing."

"So am I."

"Then we have a dilemma."

"Or we could just try to work together."

"That's a radical concept. I'm not sure I'm ready for that level of personal growth."

Destiny and Morgan were already set up as one team, high-fiving and trash-talking across the room at Alex and Trish. Mia and Laine were the third team, looking disgustingly coordinated and in love.

Cam's mouth did that almost-smile thing again. "You're ridiculous."

"And you're infuriatingly calm. See? We're balanced. This might actually work."