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has it, Trig, my man, that a certain brainiac valedictorian was seen taking the walk of shame shortly before I arrived. Rumor also has it she was seen leaving the party with a certain gunslinger last night. Care to comment?”
    “Is there coffee anywhere around here?” Trig ignored the accusation, but it sure would explain why he’d woken up alone. “I can’t see straight.”
    “Over there.” Bullet cocked his head to the buffet set up in an atrium room. “So is it true? Trigger scored with Indiana Bones last night? Inquiring minds want to know.”
    “No comment.” Trig stumbled past his friend and into the atrium, where about fifty others of their former classmates sat, some looking as bad as he felt. “Why are you here? I thought you couldn’t get time away from some football thing.”
    “Called in a favor and took the red-eye down last night. You know you look like you’ve been rode hard and put up wet, don’t you? Oh fuck, Trigger, did you just blush? Little Miss Valedictorian couldn’t have been that good of a lay.” Bullet hooted, pounding him on his back.
    Damn, he really was glad to see Bullet, but couldn’t Bullet have waited until Trig could clear the cobwebs from his befuddled brain before being so loud, so … Bullet.
    “No comment.” There was coffee, strong dark coffee so black he could see himself in it. He took a whole pot and a cup and found a table as far away from the happy chattering as he could. Too bad Bullet followed him, his oversized body radiating good humor and happiness. “Don’t you have groupies who need your attention somewhere else?”
    “So she wasn’t what you expected, man. No need to take it out on me.” Bullet spoke low—which for him was just below a shout—as he leaned over the table peering into Trig’s eyes, sympathy sparkling in his almost black eyes. “There’s a set of twins staying here. What say you and me revisit the good old days?”
    “No thanks, Bullet. I’m not sure I can handle that kind of blast from the past.” Trig felt the heat rise in his face, remembering some of the things he and Bullet had done when they were turned loose on the world. Before Trig busted his knee and had to give up football—before the Broncos drafted Bullet, and Trigger was left behind. “Besides, after last night I’m not sure I’ve got anything left.”
    He really shouldn’t have said that. Bullet crowed again, a sound somewhere between a hoot and a guffaw that echoed around the room. “Worn out by a dork. What the hell is the world coming to when Trigger Morgan can’t get it up for a set of twins.”
    “Shut the fuck up, Bullet, before I shut you up,” Trig said with more bravado than he felt.
    Bullet just smiled and leaned over the table, his mouth turned up in a grin, humor in his eyes. “You and what army?”

Chapter Four
    “I’m going to make you eat sand, pretty boy,” Bullet shouted over the sound of the waves and the blood pounding in Trig’s brain. Full-tackle football on the goddamned beach. What the hell were they thinking?
    “Yeah, Bullet, you and what army?” He threw the taunt back in his friend’s face, just as he signaled his center. Bullet leaped across two of his linemen coming right for him, a grin of mayhem on his pretty face the second the ball was snapped. Somehow, Trig managed to shoot off a perfect spiral before Bullet took him down.
    “I don’t need an army to drop you, pretty boy. You’re out of shape, slow, sloppy, and distracted.” The intensity in Bullet’s eyes actually made Trig freeze for a moment. Would that be him if fate hadn’t intervened and his life gone a different direction? “But you haven’t lost your arm. I guess that’s all that matters.”
    “Since we just scored a touchdown and your wimps are sitting winded in the sand, I guess that is all that really matters.” He looked down the beach at one of the guys spiking the ball and doing some stupid dance. Farther in the distance, a curvy body with