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Nathan snorted. “We fought for who got to light it. I won. There was nothing nice about it. They bled me. I just bled them more.”

“Do you talk to your brothers anymore?”

“I’m close to a few of them. Are you ready for the game?”

“What game?”

“You feel like we are strangers still.”

“I feel like that because we are.”

“Well, here’s your one chance to get to know me, Delta-Girl. You get three questions at a time,” Nathan said. “Are you ready?”

“Uh okay, let me think.” Delta pursed her lips and pushed up onto her elbow, trying to organize her thoughts. “Okay, how many girls have you dated?”

“Dated or slept with?” Nathan asked.

“Same difference.”

“No, it absolutely isn’t the same difference for me. Pick one.”

“Um dated first, and then second question is how many women have you slept with?”

“Two, and hmm,” he looked like he was thinking really hard.

“Is it hard for you to count to a hundred?” she jabbed.

“Shut it,” he joked and ruffled her hair. “Probably a dozen. Or twenty.”

“A dozen or twenty? That’s a very wide range there, sir. Which one is it?”

“Closer to twenty.”

“Ho.”

He snickered and said, “My turn. Dated and slept with, and go.”

He was already breaking his own rules by only giving her two questions, but okay. “Be prepared to be impressed with my sexual prowess. Are you ready?”

“Super ready.”

“Dated three and slept with one.”

“One…dozen?” he asked through a frown.

“No, just one. One total. The number one.”

“Wait. Decker is your only fuck?” he blurted out.

“Don’t say it like that,” she said, pulling a face. “I loved him for a while. I’m picky with who I sleep with.”

He stood and walked into the kitchen, grabbed a bag of chips, and returned to sit on the edge of the bed again. He opened the package and ate a chip, and blinked hard shaking his head. “Decker has a weird haircut and his arms are too short. My turn again.”

“What? No. That’s not how the game works.”

“I don’t care,” he said without missing a beat. “Question three, what was the final straw?”

“Final straw,” she repeated softly, not understanding the question.