He turns to look at me, his head cocked slightly to the side. “It’s not like you don’t know. I told you about us.”

“Yeah.” I take a slow drink and look away from him. “You said it was awesome, and I said I don’t want any more details.” I really, really don’t. I know the guys love to talk about sex. Locker-room talk, hallway talk, party talk. I know, I’ve heard it all, but I don’t want to hear about it.

I can’t stand to hear about it. Not about Kingston.

I swear I can see him roll his eyes at me, even though I’m not looking at him. “Yeah. Yeah. Camden Prescott, the forever virgin.”

I stiffen slightly, hating the conversation, but I know he’s just being himself. He’s just kidding around. Still, I don’t want to talk about why I’m still a virgin. “We’re not talking about me.”

“LeAnn would totally fuck you.”

And here we go. Kennedy and Kingston have been trying to hook LeAnn and me up for years. Neither of us are feeling it, but it doesn’t seem to matter to either of our best friends. “No.” There goes the eye roll again. “Why are you and Kenn fighting this time?” I try to steer the conversation in another direction.

“I think I’ll go dance.” He pops up off the log, swigging the rest of his beer and tossing the bottle into the back of his truck as he walks off without any more explanation.

Yeah, that’s really fucking weird.

Not long after that, a hand with painted red-and-black fingernails grabs the neck of my whiskey bottle, and Kennedy’s small body sits next to mine. She takes a long pull of my whiskey. “What’s up, Cam?”

“Not much, Kenn. What’s up with you?” We’ve known each other for so damn long, and she’s a cool chick. I can’t hate her for being with Kingston, no matter how much I sometimes want to.

I don’t want to overanalyze why that is either, so I grab the bottle back from her and take a drink. “Your best friend is a jackass.”

I groan loudly and shake my head, passing the whiskey back to her. “You know I don’t get into the middle of shit.”

“I think he likes to party more than he wants to be alone with me. How the hell do you get him to hang out alone with you all the time?”

My chest clenches at her totally innocent and slightly tipsy question. “I’m just that damn awesome.” I opt for sarcasm.

She just looks sad in the direction of that damn mesmerizing fire. “I just wish he’d get more serious about things.”