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“We’ll go tomorrow. Seriously, Sarah, this is going to be great. You’ll love it. I promise.”
    I looked at my younger sister then. She seemed so thrilled, so completely embroiled in whatever discussion she and Wyatt were having. Her face had lit up like a firefly and when Ash came by to tell her the news, she grinned so wide it almost touched her ears. A glance at Hannah confirmed that she was looking forward to it, too, although she only smirked and let her gaze linger on Ash’s rear a little too long—that was about as much enthusiasm as I could expect from her. Which meant that I was the only one out of the six of us who had any reservations whatsoever.
    I chewed my lip. Had I spent too long cleaning up Hannah’s messes at home? Trying to take her place so that Mother and Father wouldn’t miss her so bad? To fill the void in our family her absence had so cruelly left behind? Perhaps I had. And perhaps that had altered my perspective, made me a little too cautious. I was only twenty-two, and this would likely be my last and only opportunity to experience things like this before I returned home to commit myself to the church. There was still time to live a little.
    And with Reid leading the way, I had no doubt that it was going to be a crazy ride.
    I looked at him and put on my best smile. I hoped it looked more courageous than I felt inside. “Okay then,” I told him. “It’s a date.”

5
    Reid
    I t’s a date . Those three words were still ringing in my head the next evening as I hopped in my Shelby and set off for Hannah’s apartment. They were innocent. Sweet. There was no promise in them, no coy suggestion, either. I could take them at face value: Sarah was consenting to a date. Nothing else.
    Though I was convinced that by the end of the night, she would be ready for so much more.
    I’d picked the perfect fucking venue for our group outing, not just because it would make Sarah the most comfortable, but because it gave me one hell of an advantage. I was king of those fuckin’ carnival games, man. The Baron of Bumper Cars. The Khan of Go-Karts. Sure, it was kiddie shit, but you’d be surprised how much that kind of stuff impresses a girl—and pisses off all the guys there who’re trying to do the same, but coming up short.
    Ash and Wyatt had probably picked up on my scheme. But the girls? For all they knew, I’d just so happened to intuit what would make them feel the safest. What setting would strike them as familiar. I was looking out for their best interests, so they thought. And that would make winning this damn bet so much easier.
    I’d seen a little spark of desire in Sarah’s eyes last night. Or at least, something like it. I wasn’t sure a girl like her knew the first thing about lust, but her body language had spoken volumes every time I talked about extreme sports or threw a casual innuendo her way. She’d squirm and blush, like she was trying to hold back the full breadth of her reaction. I knew that kind well enough. They were all goody two-shoes until you got them in the sack. And then they were outright wild. In Sarah’s case, I bet she could become a sleek little sex kitten, with the right training. Though with her inexperience, she’d definitely need a firm hand…
    Fuck. Cruising down the highway, and I had a rock-hard bulge in my jeans. I straightened up, trying not to let my erection brush against the steering wheel. No need to fuel that fire just yet. The bonnet sisters would probably faint dead away if they answered the door and came face-to-face with my dick trying to burst through my zipper.
    But shit if that girl didn’t do something to me…
    I brought my hand over from the gear stick and adjusted myself with a shift and a squeeze. The idea of coaxing a sex fiend out of this veritable nun was a hot one. I could just imagine her biting that sweet, full lip as her red-gold hair tumbled down her bare, creamy shoulders. Her breasts would be modest, but perfect, with soft