Page 24 of Sweet Spot

Zane sat back. "Shit, bro, if we have to explain the meaning of that term to you—"

"No, idiot, I'm asking him what the heck that means to him. Is this some conquest thing or what?"

"No, fuck, how did I become the target. Switch the focus back to Zane being the team asshole."

Trey put on that face that he liked to wear when he was about to act like he was older and more experienced than the rest of us.

I pointed at him. "You can just put away that fatherly scowl, Trey. It's not a fucking conquest. You're such a big shot now that you're in a steady relationship. Do you think you're the only person who can fall in love?"

"Nope." Trey sat back. "I think Zane and Aidan are perfectly capable of finding the right person if they ever decide to look, but you're different. You don't ever seem interested in any woman for longer than three days."

"The attention span of a three month old puppy," Aidan quipped before plowing burger two into his face.

"Well, you're all fucking wrong. This woman is different, and it's not just because she's a virgin."

Zane was smirking behind his soda.

I threw a fry at his head. "We're done talking about this."

"Okie dokie," Zane muttered. "Different," he scoffed. "That's fucking hilarious."

"Go to hell, Bostwick." I wadded up my burger wrapper and got up. "Terrific fucking lunch. See y'all later."

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