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behind your name?” There was, and based on the look on Kasey’s face, he knew it, too. I just wasn’t sure I wanted to tell it. “Most of us have one,” he said, his eyes sweeping the room. “Our parents love attaching us with family names. Dead relatives seem to be their favorite, which is why we alter them. I don’t know anyone who really wants to be called Bartholomew.” That made me smile. Getting stuck with Bartholomew would suck.
    “What’d your parents stick you with?” Kasey asked, smiling, making it hard for me to resist him. I closed my eyes and jumped, so to speak. “Rhiannon,” I breathed. He laughed. “Really? Naming a child after a song is usually frowned upon by the wealthy.”
    “We didn’t have money when I was born.”
    “New money. I guess you get a pass then. I’m third generation, which is still considered new. Hazel comes from the oldest money here.” And the oldest sperm , I thought, and instantly felt bad and grossly embarrassed that the word sperm had entered my thoughts at all. Luckily, Kasey ignored the sudden blistering red flush spreading across my cheeks like a California wildfire.
    “Has Hazel told you her full name yet?” Kasey asked, almost laughing. The only thing she’d told me was that it was too disgusting to say out loud.
    “Don’t you dare, Kasey!” Hazel yelled.
    He laughed, and then whispered to me, “ Arleigh Hazelette.”
    “Kasey! I’m going to kick you in the balls if you don’t shut the fuck up.” The room erupted with laughter. Kasey threw his head back laughing. “Bring it, Hazel Hart.”
    “Hazel Hart,” I blurted, interrupting their stare down. “That’s so cute.”
    “Oh, but so is Kasey’s name!” she said, untangling herself from Chase, and pointing at Kasey. “Say hello to William Oliver Kason Grayson the third,” her tone becoming more ferocious with every word.
    “It rhymes,” Kasey smirked. “My grandfather goes by Oliver, my father by William, which left Kason for me, and little Hazelette here used to love to make fun of me because of it. In school she would chant my name and make up juvenile songs and sing them whenever she saw me.” Kasey turned his attention to Hazel. “So I sort of owed you.” He smiled crookedly, eyebrow arched. The expression was beautiful on his face.
    “Would you like for me to sing one of those songs now? I think I still remember a couple of them,” Hazel sneered.
    “Only if you want me to keep telling Ryen what I know about you—which is only everything.” Hazel rolled her eyes and looked to Luke. “Is it time to go yet? I’m getting bored with this bullshit.”
    “Go?” I asked. “Where are we going?”
    “Someplace fun,” Hazel grinned. Who knew what that meant? She thought teasing strange men was fun, which was not my idea of a good time. 
    “She didn’t tell you?” Kasey asked.
    “No.”
    “Then it’ll be better if you see for yourself.” He smiled at me. “Surprises can be good,” he breathed. I gazed at him for a moment. “I’m going to take your word for it,” I said, suddenly feeling more comfortable with him—probably because I’d finished my beer.
    “It’s eleven-thirty,” Luke announced, interrupting us. “She should be out by now.”
    “Tosh’s mom is like the rest of ours. She says she takes a pill to help her sleep, but really it’s to keep the horrors of her reality from surfacing in the quiet because she doesn’t want to deal with her problems,” Kasey explained.
    That information made me wonder if my mother would benefit from that sort of drug therapy, but she’d probably never agree to give up ranting about my father and Nico in exchange for peace and a desire to move on. I think lately, bashing him and “the infant” has become the most joyous part of my mother’s day.
    Luke clicked the TV on. The screen image flipped over a few times until there was a live feed of a woman I assumed was Tosh’s mother asleep in her bed, alone.
    “She’s