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    “So, yeah, we’re right behind you and I heard something, and you both look like you are avoiding each other, and you both look like—”
    “Shut up, Hunter,” I growled at him as the waitress brought two more bottles of what we were both drinking. I was on my third beer. Hunter had a Perrier. Fucking carbonated water.
    Hunter laughed and the lead singer on the stage announced that the band was taking a break. The audience screamed louder than they had for any of their songs. “Poor kids don’t realize they’re being applauded for the break and not for their singing,” Hunter said. He was amused, I was not. He looked at me as if I had done something wrong.
    Besides walk in on my brother’s future brother-in-law sleeping nude and proceed to want to fuck his brains into the headboard.
    “Shut up, Hunter,” I said again, pointing at him when his mouth opened and I knew he knew what I’d done. He laughed again.
    “He looks like a completely different person. The way he was yelling…I can only assume that you are very good at whatever it was you did to him.”
    “You assume it was me? Why is that?” I was going to deny touching Mason Foxworth until the day I died.
    “Because I saw you go into the room, and he yelled ‘Kilby, fuck me, Kilby’….once or twice,” my about to be shunned step-brother said in a voice that sounded remarkably like that of his future brother-in-law.
    “Jesus.” I swiped my hand over my face. Had the whole fucking hotel heard me blow the guy?
    “We’re the only ones on that floor. So, Kilby, relax okay. I’m just ragging on you.”
    “I can’t relax.” I’ve never been able to relax in a crowd. And right now I was about ready to jump out of my skin and it had nothing to do with the manbun wearing fashion victim with the sweetest dick I’d ever tasted. I watched him with a group of people, mostly guys; a couple of girls would drift in and touch his arm and laugh and flirt with him but he didn’t notice.
    “He’s keeps darting looks this way. Like he’s trying not to, but can’t seem to help it. And you keep watching him. And I’m wondering, considering he came probably three times, if you got off.”
    “I will break your neck, Hunter.” I’d had about enough, too much of enough actually, but I’d ridden over here with Hunter and I was about to move on from beer to some Jack. Because I was fucking out of my mind if watching some kid I’d just had sex with…and…the sister jumping up on the stage and turning the microphone back on stopped everything I’d been about to do to my brother for finding my predicament amusing.
    “Hey, y’all,” she shouted into the mic and I grabbed the edge of the table as reverb rattled the hurricane glass on the table. And me. I was rattled. I couldn’t hide how rattled I was when noise like that hit me.
    “Kilby?” Hunter lost his grin and laid his hand on my forearm. I was breathing heavy, his touch was heavy and hot and I wanted to tear his arm off for just touching me. This wasn’t good. It had been years since I’d done this.
    “I’m okay. I need to get out of here soon, I think.” I didn’t want to tell him why.
    “Yeah, okay, I’ll drive you back.” He didn’t even ask why. I must have looked like shit if he gave in that quickly.
    “Shit, I’m sorry about that,” Harper said into the mic, her voice was lower and the volume wasn’t blasting this time. “Okay, so, while the band is taking a break…let’s give them another hand, they were awesome…to do this for us, because they were…just awesome.” She paused for effect, and I had to give her props for saying exactly what everyone was thinking without actually being a bitch about it. “So, I am so happy to see all of you. I think graduation was the last time I saw some of you…and that was seven years ago. God, y’all, how has it been seven years already. We are getting old. But hey, y’all, I am so happy. Hunter and I are happy that you’re