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I blink. “Officially?”

“Yeah. That’s what they put in the stats.”

“So…what’s your unofficial weight?”

“Two eighteen.”

I giggle. “Okay, then. I weigh more than half your weight.” I pause, doing the math. “But not by much.”

“There’s no way you can drink as much as me.”

“Hey. You don’t believe me?”

“Uh…”

I lift my chin. “I’ll match you drink for drink tonight.”

“It’s not a competition.”

“Why not?” I challenge. “You’re a pro athlete. You should thrive on competition.”

“Actually, I do. Ah, what the hell. We have a day off tomorrow.” He lifts his second shot in a toast, then swallows it down.

“Like I always say…if it involves a hangover and bad decisions, I’m in.”

Josh laughs.

“She does say that,” Kaylee puts in from my other side.

“Christ.” Josh rubs his face.

Chapter 19

Josh

“I bet my stick would feel great in your crease.”

My jaw drops. Did I really just hear that? I turn to look at Red, flirting drunkenly with Kaylee. At first she was laughing it off, but now she appears to want to escape.

“Red!” I bark.

He lifts blurry eyes to me. “Yeah?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

He frowns. “No, you shut the fuck up.”

I sigh. With a jerk of my head, I say, “Outside.”

“You wanna go? Serioushly?” He pushes away from the table and lurches my way.

“As if I’d fight you.” I roll my eyes and grab his arm. I drag him toward the front of the bar. “She has a boyfriend. Leave her alone.”

“I’m jusht having fun.”

“It’s not fun for her. You’re making her uncomfortable.”

“Aw fuck.” He shakes his head. “She’s hot.”

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