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clueless, you know. Unconscious Linc,” I jerked my head toward him, “wasn’t really much of a problem in the grand scheme of things.” I took a big bite of the meal bar and found it overly chewy. I crossed one arm over my stomach and propped my elbow on it to hold the meal bar near my mouth. “Did you have fun after I left?”
    â€œI’d say,” Linc chimed in, which got him punched in the arm by Whit. “What? It isn’t like she wouldn’t find out.” Whit glared at Linc.
    I held up a hand. “Don’t tell me.” I took another bite and chewed like a cow. “Just take me to the airport.”
    â€œI didn’t screw anyone,” he said, taking my wrist and pulling my hand away from my body.
    I shrugged. “It doesn’t really matter. Screw whoever you want.” I cringed internally at using crude language, but it seemed appropriate and necessary. “It isn’t like we’re dating.”
    â€œBut…I want us to date,” he said.
    â€œYeah, and he wants to—”
    â€œShut up, Linc,” Whit snapped.
    â€œIf that’s true, you shouldn’t have done whatever it was with another girl.” I pulled my hand out of his.
    â€œIt’s no big deal,” Linc said, as if I was being difficult. “Sicily just gave him head.”
    â€œDammit, Linc,” Whit said.
    â€œI thought she went upstairs with Derrick,” I said. Whit looked at me but didn’t correct me. “Ew. She did, and then she did that with you? Double ew.” I looked at the meal bar, but my appetite suddenly left me. “She obviously likes you a lot. Maybe it worked out for the best.”
    â€œI like
you,
though,” Whit insisted.
    â€œI guess you should’ve remembered that before you put your,” I gestured to his crotch, “in her mouth.” I swallowed and held the meal bar out to them. Whit waved a hand at me, but Linc took the bar and ate the rest of it.
    â€œI was drunk,” he said. “I wanted you, and you shot me down.”
    â€œYeah, and she was willing and convenient.”
    Chewing and smiling at us, Linc said, “She gives great head, too.”
    â€œ
Linc!
” Whit rubbed his forehead.
    â€œWell, she does,” he said.
    â€œShut up, already.” Whit punched Linc’s upper arm hard enough to turn him sideways. “You aren’t helping.”
    â€œHey,” I intruded, “at least he doesn’t pretend to be a nice guy.” Linc wiggled his eyebrows at me. “I get exactly what I expect from him, except for the hacky sack thing.”
    â€œYeah, I’m really sorry about that,” he said, wadding up the wrapper and chucking it at the garbage can. “Glad your ear is okay.” He reached up and playfully tugged on my earlobe. I smacked his hand away from me. “My leg really hurts, though.” He indicated the bright red spot where the comb hit him. “I think you should kiss it, and make it better.”
    Ignoring that, I looked and Whit and said, “I’m calling a cab. I need to get my bags out of your car.”
    â€œI will drive you,” he insisted. “Just let me change and get my keys.” With a final glare at Linc, Whit headed back upstairs.
    As Linc and I watched him go, he asked, “Are you going to forgive him?”
    â€œFor what? We’d have to be together for him to cheat on me.” I looked at Linc. “What is it with you guys? Must you have every wish granted? Nobody ever tells you no or wait? You are all so spoiled.” I looked around me, at the enormous house sitting on ridiculously priced beachfront land, filled with ungodly expensive furniture and art. Lizette would love it, even if the colors and styles weren’t her taste. The kitchen alone cost more than my childhood home. “Sicily needs to respect herself more. If someone doesn’t like you, nothing you do for