Page 83 of Endgame

“After the game on Friday night,” I offered with a nod. “It’s going to be sick.”

“The game?” Daryl asked, brows furrowed. “Our game?”

“Uh-huh.”

“We’re playing on Thursday night this week,” Daryl explained.

Well shit…

“Mercy meant Thursday,” Molly offered lamely. “Um, yeah. Big party plans for tomorrow night.”

“On a school night?” I asked, gaping at my friend.

“Yes,” she hissed, telling me with her eyes to shut the hell up and go with it.

“On a school night!” I repeated in an enthusiastic voice. “Molly here’s a little rebel.”

“Will there be beer?” Daryl asked, giving Molly his full attention.

“Three kegs and a DJ,” I couldn’t stop myself from saying. I was such a lying bitch. “Not to mention her father’s top shelf collection.”

“I guess we could swing by your place for a bit?” Daryl mused, rewarding Molly with a huge, beaming smile.

“That would be great,” she breathed.

“Who said you were invited?” I shot back.

“He is,” Molly squeaked, kicking my foot under the table. “Invited that is.” She chuckled nervously and played with her hair. “If you want to come, that is.” She looked across at us and smiled. “You’re invited, too, Rourke. And Reebo and Mason. In fact, invite the whole team if you want. Anyone you like actually. There’s plenty of room.”

“Are you going?” Rourke asked then.

I wasn’t expecting him to speak and I jumped slightly in my seat. Goddamn, his voice did something to my insides. “Me?” I asked, not daring to look at him. I couldn’t.

“No. The man in the fucking moon.” He sounded irritated. “Yes, you.”

I shrugged. “Probably.”

“Then I’ll come,” Rourke replied, tone gruff.

I swung around and glared at him.

What was he doing?

“On second thought, I won’t be able to go,” I bit out. “I have a prior engagement.” Prior engagement? What the hell was wrong with me?

Rourke cocked a brow. “What?”

“A date,” I lied. “I have a date on Thursday night.”

“No, you don’t,” Molly snorted.

Gah.Get with the program, Molls!

“Yes,” I shot back, cheeks flushed. “I do.”

“With who?” Rourke asked, smirking at me. “Rourke Junior?”

Molly laughed. “Rourke Junior?”

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