Declan handed Sandra and the guys their drinks and then took a sip from his own beer bottle. He hadn’t responded to the suggestion of playing a game. Strip poker and strip monopoly were weird suggestions that were out of character and further told Declan the kind of thoughts that were currently going through Nic and Alistair’s minds.<strong>“Play strip poker with this girl? I don’t think so… You boys seem to have forgotten about the night we dealt her into our poker game and she cleared the table? Our little hustler here would have us down to our boxer shorts in no time, and she would still have all of her clothes on.”</strong>He gave Sandra a teasing wink and took another swig from the bottle. Sandra flicked on the TV set, likely more to move on the discussion from any game than to honestly watch any TV show that might be on this late on a Friday night.<br/><br/>Declan began to wonder if returning to the apartment had been a good idea. Clearly all three of the guys were in a state of mind where they might say or do something that could scare Sandra away. And that would totally suck. If only he had met her some other way, any context where he would not feel an obligation not to act on his feelings. He was fairly convinced that he could make a relationship work with her, unlike with almost every other girl he had dated for the past decade.<br/>