End Game (Bellevue Bullies 4)

She laughs. “Please, she’s so out of your league.”

“Rude.”

I open her door for her.

“You’ll see tomorrow. She’s insanely gorgeous, and guess what?”

I shut her door, but my windows are down, so I can still hear her. “What?”

She just grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’ll never hook you up because you won’t hook me up with your buddy.”

I roll my eyes. “Not that I want you to, let’s be honest…”

“Why is that?”

Her question catches me off guard. “Huh?”

“You never date.”

“I don’t have time. I’m busy.”

“Are you gay?”

My jaw actually drops. “Excuse me?”

“No, really. You know I love you, and so do Shelli and Posey, but we’re all wondering what is going on. You haven’t had a girlfriend in, like, ever. I don’t even remember one.”

Is this really happening? Clearing my throat, I shake my head. “Just ’cause you don’t see me with anyone doesn’t mean I’m not hooking up. I am very straight. Like, totally straight. I love women.” She doesn’t seem convinced, and for some reason, that annoys me. “Robin.”

She pulls her brows together. “Robin? What about Robin?”

“I was with her all summer.”

Now it’s her turn for her jaw to drop. “You were dating—”

“Screwing.”

“Ew!” she yells, smacking me. “You were screwing my ex-boyfriend’s sister?”

I shrug, a grin pulling at my lips. “She’s hot.”

“I am appalled.”

I laugh. “And as I was saying, if I did want you to hook me up with your so-called gorgeous roommate, you need to remember who decides who gets to come to our parties.”

Her smile drops in an instant as she leans back, crossing her arms over her chest in a huff. With a satisfied grin, I head to the driver’s side with a little pep in my step.

I may have sucked on the ice, but anytime I go one-on-one with my sister, I win.