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makes sense if you think about it, but thing makes sense, too. It’s kind of a touchy subject in certain groups of people.”

“I’m five seconds away from kissing you, and this is what you want to talk about?” he chuckled.

“Not really, but my brain makes me blurt stuff out that I would much rather just keep inside.” I winced. “Maybe forget I said anything?”

A knock sounded on the door. “Pizza is here. Come and get it before it’s all gone.”

“Go away, Zephyr,” Point called.

“Point,” I hissed. “That’s rude.”

Point rolled his eyes. “We’re in the middle of something here, Dee.”

I frowned and pursed my lips. “Not when you call me Dee, and I’m hungry.”

“Is this you running away again?” he grunted.

I teetered my hand back and forth. “Sort of, but not really. Just running to the pizza and hope you come with.” I was slightly running away but with the intention to not actually leave.

Point shook his head and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “We’re continuing this later,” he promised.

“Sure.” Maybe. I might need a few drinks if we were actually going to talk seriously. “You think there is any wine left?”

Point gathered me in his arms and rolled us to the edge of the bed. “If you want some, we better get our asses out there right now. Those chicks tend to drink like fish.”

I planted my feet on the ground and stood. “Then let’s go, Wendel. Mama needs a drink.”

*

Chapter Thirteen

From jokes to bullets…

Point

That one drink Deedra needed turned into seven.

Then Fancy brought out the vodka, and all bets were off.

“Can I tell you,” Kimber twirled her finger in Deedra’s face, “a dirty joke?”

Deedra hiccupped and nodded. “Hit meh.”

Kimber smiled wide. “It’s gonna be so funny that you are going to put it on tha news.”

“I need to hear it first,” Deedra insisted. Her eyes were hazy and a loopy smile played on her lips.

Kimber leaned close. “Pig fell in the mud!” she shouted.

“Oh, gawd,” Quinn groaned. “She’s reached the stage of drunkenness where she tells dad jokes.”

Deedra slapped the table and snorted. “That’s so good,” she laughed. She twirled her finger around like Kimber did. “Tell me another one.”

Kimber cleared her throat. “Did you hear the rumor about butter?” she asked.

Fancy groaned.

Deedra shook her head. “No. Tell me.”

Kimber folded her arms over her chest and leaned back in her chair. “Well, I’m not going to spread it.”

Deedra snorted so hard she choked and broke into a coughing fit.

Kimber leaned back to high-five Petra and almost fell out of her chair.

“You think it’s about time we cut them off?” Dyno asked.

The women were all gathered around the table closest to the kitchen, and the guys had posted up by the table closest to the couch.

As soon as Deedra and I had walked into the common room, she peeled off with the girls and left me alone. She kept stealing glances my way, but she didn’t come over by me. I had planned to stay the rest of the night in my room with her, remembering how we used to be, but she ran scared.

At least she was still in the same room as me.

Quinn finished his beer and set it on the table. “Kimber is about to be cut off. She tells one more lame joke, and she’s gonna tip right off her chair. She thinks she’s Jim Carrey right now.”

“Why couldn’t the bicycle stand up by itself?” she slurred to anyone who was listening.

“Why?” Core called from the couch.

“It was too tired!” Kimber cracked.

“Timber,” Quinn whispered.

Kimber slapped her knee and reared back as she laughed like a crazy hyena. The front legs of the chair left the ground, and as soon as she was too far back, the back legs slipped out from under her, and she landed on her ass.

“Oh,” Rhino winced. “She is going to feel that in the morning.”

“I’ve fallen, and I can’t get up,” Kimber cried. “Where’s my life alert?”

Fancy fell to her knees, laughing while Deedra leaned forward to get a glimpse of Kimber.

“Timber,” Quinn whispered again.

Deedra lost her balance and fell forward. Her arms flailed out, and she landed hard on her knees.

“Jesus,” Dyno grimaced. “She isn’t going to be able to walk come morning.”

“Help, help,” Kimber called. “Someone hand me a drink. I got another joke!”

“Oh, my God,” Fancy wheezed. “You’re knocked flat on your butt, and you’re still cracking jokes.”

“I drove by the graveyard today. Totally overcrowded.” She paused and rolled onto her side. “People must be dying