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“So you have nothing to say about last night?”

“I mean, I'm polite, Tyler,” I say in my sweetest voice, “and I don't like to lie. So I wouldn’t want to tell you something that wasn’t true.”

“Oh, so you're saying you didn't enjoy our kiss?”

“I'm saying that it was forgettable. It was just a kiss. Like you said, Tyler, it doesn't have to mean anything.”

Chapter Twelve

Tyler

Sabrina and Wes are whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears, and I'm starting to wonder if it was a mistake coming over here. Miles walks out of the kitchen, a beer in his hand, and jokes, "Guys, you do realize you have guests, right?"

Sabrina pulls away guiltily. "I'm sorry. Am I interrupting your bro night?"

"You can never interrupt," Wes says, and I groan.

"So, where's Erica tonight?" I ask innocently, as if I don't already know that she's gone on a date with someone else—dancing, she said.

"Oh, she's out," Sabrina says, smiling. "In fact, I should check and make sure I have the information. I always tell her to let me know where she's going to be, just in case." She pulls out her phone. "We track each other’s location." She giggles. "Just so we can be safe.

"Oh, she's at The Forge tonight."

"Fun. The Forge." I'm surprised. The Forge is a large nightclub known for having many a drug dealer lurking in thecorners, trying to sell coke and E. Should she really be at The Forge?

I look over at Wes. "Do you?—"

He holds his hands up. "I try not to get in my sister's business." He looks over at Miles. "But if Miles wants to?—"

"Hey, Erica's a smart girl," Miles says. "If she needs us, she'll call. Plus, Sabrina here would let us know if anything was going on."

"Yeah, that's true," I say. "So, she's at The Forge, dancing."

"Yeah." Sabrina smiles. "She got this absolutely amazing dress, and I think that she—" She giggles. "Sorry. I guess you guys don't want to hear about that."

"No, it's fine, it's fine," Miles says, rolling his eyes. "I always want to hear about my sister and how glammed up she gets for her dates."

"Don't be jealous," Wes teases him, "just because no girl's getting glammed up for you."

"I don't need any woman getting glammed up for me right now, thank you very much. I'm concentrating on work."

I laugh, finish my beer, and put the bottle down. "I should get going. I've got to go over some plays for the game next week."

"Oh, yeah, that should be fun," Miles says. "I think Wes and I are going to try and head out."

"I'd like to go," Sabrina says. "I've never been to a hockey match."

"Game," I say. "It's soccer matches. Hockey games."

"Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Can I come?"

"Of course. I'll make sure you all get VIP tickets."

I stand up and stretch. "Well, I guess I should head out. But you guys have a good evening."

"You, too."

They stare at me as I walk to the door, and I wonder if they can tell I'm lying. I wonder if they can read my mind. Do theyknow I'm going to The Forge? Do they know I'm going to check up on Erica? Am I a crazy stalker?