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reacting the way he’s used to. She’s reacting like she’s been part of this group forever . . . and I can’t help but smile at that. Piece by piece I want to drag her from the shell she’s imposed on herself and watch her blossom.
    Mason caves first and busts out laughing. “I like you, newbie.”
    “Saylor.” She corrects him.
    His eyes narrow. “Don’t push it. Nicknames mean I like you.”
    “Yay, me. Come up with something else.”
    “Shortstop.” I choke on my drink. That’s my fucking position, and I love him calling her that.
    “You okay?” She seems to have relaxed, and I lean back next to her.
    “Yeah. I like that name.”
    “I guess it’s better than newbie.”
    Mason chuckles, “Yep, and it’s DD’s position.”
    “Oh, you can change it.” Her entire face flushes.
    “Nope. Shortstop it is.” I grin at her and hear Mason and Caden chuckling. I look over to Avery, and she’s smiling at me. Her thumb comes up, and she nods. Looking back at Saylor she suddenly has found her shorts interesting and is picking at them. I reach over and take her hand. “Relax.”
    “I’m starting.” Avery announces. We all groan, minus Saylor. She’s staring at Avery, clueless.
    “Starting what?”
    “Random question game.” That explains it . . . I chuckle.
    “Huh?”
    “Saylor, we go in order. We each ask every person here a question, and everyone has to answer.”
    “Oh, I don’t like this game.” She’s cute.
    “Have you played?”
    “No.”
    Mason is quick to be the smart ass. “You don’t know unless you try. Come over here, and I’ll let you try something.”
    “Dude, give it a rest.” I cut him a look so he knows I’m not bullshitting. I turn to her “If you play, I’ll make sure Caden stops by and gets you a burger on the way home.” I want to be the one driving her home, but that can’t happen tonight. I have to get Julie after dinner.
    “You drive a hard bargain, but for beef I’ll do just about anything.”
    “Like I said—”
    “Knock it off, Mason.” My temper is at the boiling point. I usually don’t care what he says but saying that shit to her pisses me off.
    Holding up his hands in surrender, he says, “Avery you’re up.” He smirks at me, and I know I’ll hear shit from him later.
    I don’t hear much of Avery’s questions; we know everything there is to know about one another. When she gets to Saylor, my attention is laser focused. “When did you lose your virginity?”
    Caden groans, “Why do chicks always ask that?” Avery laughs, and Saylor turns red.
    “Seventeen. Last year.” She starts sucking her Coke through her straw, her embarrassment evident.
    “Deacon, when are you happiest?” That’s a no-brainer.
    “When I’m with Julie.” Everyone nods, except Saylor. She looks to Mason and reminds him it’s his turn.
    Once he gets to Saylor, of course it’s sexual. “Have you ever fucked a guy with a ten-inch dick?”
    “Why…you offering?” This line of questioning doesn’t sit well with me.
    “Hell yeah.” He chuckles.
    “And you have ten inches to offer?”
    Grabbing his dick like it’s his pride and joy, “Yep. All yours, Shortstop.”
    “Ah, that’s sweet,” her voice laced with sugar – the South’s equivalent to ‘bless your heart.’ “But I’m an above average girl, and you’re not packing enough for me to break my rules.” She smiles at him and leans back.
    “Damn, dude,” Caden whispers. Avery is choking on laughter, Mason looks crestfallen and for some reason I swell with pride.
    “Ten inches isn’t average.” Mason is sulking. This girl puts him in his place.
    “Maybe not in Kansas . . .” And she doesn’t quit.
    “I have a girl crush on you. Why couldn’t you have been here all along? If you grew up with us, we wouldn’t have had Adriane.” I go stiff at the mention of that name. The table goes silent. “Sorry,” Avery looks at me with tears forming.
    I shake my head. “Who’s that?” Hearing