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water and Blake was awake and watching TV  so I joined him.
 Hmmm, I didn t notice the TV on, I said, raising an eyebrow at her.
 We started talking about Stacey and Max and since we weren t watching the TV, Blake turned it
off, Ryan said, squeezing tanning lotion onto her hand like it was no big deal.
I hadn t pried into Blake s relationship since our  fight . After Stacey had sent me the text that
Blake told her he wasn t coming home, I didn t bring him up with her either. It wasn t my business;
however, I really thought they belonged together.
 What do you mean? What s going on with you and Max? Becca asked.
 Nothing is wrong. I don t know& he just works so much and I rarely see him, except on the
weekends. I m lonely.
 Why were you talking to Blake about him, though? I mean, Blake doesn t really have a good
track record in the relationship department, I said.
Ryan didn t have to tell me about her private conversation, but I was confused. She and Blake
had barely spoken to each other a month prior when she spent the night at my house for our reading
sleepover, and now she is best friends with him and getting love advice? From Blake?
 We started talking about Stacey, and then we talked about Max, she said with a shrug.
 Okay, start over. What was said? I asked, before looking over at Becca and mouthing  What
the fuck?
 Okay, don t tell him I told you, she warned.  He said that he misses Stacey, but he really
wants to get his bar idea off the ground.
 No, I mean about you and Max. Why were you getting love advice from Blake?
 I don t know, she said, shrugging again, then leaned back on the lounge chair, tilting her head
up to catch some rays.  We were just talking. No big deal.
 I don t believe you, I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.  I saw the way you were eyeing
him when you stayed over last month. You have the hots for him, don t you?
 What? No! I m married, she protested.  We were just talking and I was getting a guy s
perspective.
Becca sat up in her lounge chair and turned her legs towards us. Her little baby belly hung out
between her bikini.  I m not sure I would want relationship advice from Blake. You do know he is a
manwhore, right? she asked.
 Yes, Spencer has told me. Nothing is going on between us, I swear.
 Ry, I know you are lonely, but Blake is not the answer. Don t cheat on Max, I said.
 I would never. I swear nothing is going on with Blake. So I ve checked him out. It s okay to
look.
 I know. I just don t want you to get seduced by him or something.
 Seduced? she asked, chuckling.  What is this, a soap opera?
We all started to laugh a little.  Yes, and maybe the start of our very own Jerry Springer
episode.
*~*~*
When the boys returned from biking, they all went their separate ways to get cleaned up while
the girls and I used that time to prepare dinner. Jason had bought a case of lemonade for Becca. Since
she had become pregnant, she had been drinking nothing but lemonade. She didn t know why, but
there was something about the sweet and sour taste that Baby Taylor loved.
Brandon was the first out of the shower, and soon after, Jason joined him on the deck to get the
grill started. The girls and I started wrapping potatoes in foil to bake them, chopping lettuce and
veggies for a salad, and preparing corn wrapped in foil for the boys to grill.
Blake was the last one out of the shower. I watched him closely while he eyed my best friend as
she bent over to put the potatoes in the oven.  Blake, can you bring these beers out to the boys? I
asked, attempting to draw his attention away from her.
 Sure. He grabbed the three beers I had in my hands and joined Brandon and Jason on the deck.
I sent up a silent prayer that Ryan wouldn t fall for his Montgomery smile.
*~*~*
After dinner, we all took a walk down to the lakeshore. People were everywhere. Some were
starting to set up fire pits to make bonfires, volleyball games were in progress, and kids and adults
were swimming in the lake while boats floated in the deeper parts.
 I m glad we have a house all to ourselves, Becca said, walking hand in hand with Jason.
 I know. Every year my family comes, it s always packed. I think it s one of the reasons why my
parents bought a house here, Ryan said.
Brandon and I were walking barefoot in the water along the shore. Ryan walked next to me
while Blake was on the other side of her, and Jason and Becca walked in front of us. The sun was
starting to set, and in a few hours, the fireworks show would start.
 Y all up for a drinking game? Blake asked.
I gave Brandon a look. A look that said,  Of course he wants to play a drinking game .
 I can t drink, Becca said.
 You could just drink your lemonade and still play with us, Ryan said.
 What drinking game? Jason asked.
 King s Cup, Blake said, throwing a football back to a guy who missed so it almost hit Ryan.
 I love that game! Ryan said, clapping, not even realizing she almost got a ball to the face.
 Yeah, let s head back and get it all set up, Brandon said, taking my hand.
 Bec, you re okay with taking care of five drunks? I asked, laughing.
 Won t be the first time, you do remember I went to college with these two? she asked, pointing
at Brandon and Jason.
 Hey, we were good boys, Jason said, swatting her butt.
 Keep telling yourself that, Becca said, running a little to make Jason chase her.
We walked back to the house. When the boys were at the store, they also picked up a few bottles
of vodka, Captain Morgan, Coke, cranberry juice and beer. Ryan and I made our vodka cranberries
while the boys set up for the game.
King s Cup is played with a deck of cards that are spread out and surrounded by a large cup 
The King s Cup.
We each take turns drawing a card that was facedown, and depending on what the card was, you
had to do a certain thing. If you drew an Ace, you would start to drink and then everyone would
follow. Everyone continues to drink until you stop. It s called a  waterfall .
If you draw a two, you pick a person to take a drink of their drink.
A three means you take a drink of your drink.
A four means  whores and all the ladies have to drink.
Five is  bust a jive . A person does a dance move, and then the next person has to do the same [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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