I watched Evan closely, curious. He looked over at me with calm brown eyes, smiled…then shook his head. “I just got one.”

Matt shrugged. “Guess I lost.”

Griffin ignored him; his pale, irritated eyes narrowed on me. “What the fuck? How the fuck? Did you cheat? Let me see those…”

He pulled out his phone, like he was going to start calling the numbers. Laughing, I grabbed the stack and crumpled them. Griffin scowled at me. “You’re such a slut. You were literally just sitting there.”

Matt shook his spikey head. “No, he did get up to go to the bathroom a couple times.”

Evan snapped his fingers. “And he went up to the bar.”

Matt nodded. “And he went over to the jukebox. That’s a hot spot.”

Justin started laughing, which made Matt and Evan laugh, which made me laugh. I laughed so hard tears stung my eyes. Griffin eyed us all, unamused. “I know you cheated. I’ll get you next time, fucker.”

He turned around and left, and I just about fell out of my chair. Matt did. “Oh God, Kell,” he said, sitting back on his seat and wiping tears from his eyes. “That was awesome. I might actually enjoy that game.”

Laughing at his joy, I held my beer bottle out to him, and he clinked his against mine. I might actually enjoy that game too. Just to see Griffin’s head explode over and over again.

A part of me wanted to mention the game to Kiera when I called her later, but I was pretty sure she wouldn’t find it as funny as we all did. She wouldn’t appreciate the nature of the game, or the fact that girls slipped me phone numbers unsolicited; I was pretty sure she’d never noticed that happening at Pete’s, and I didn’t feel like informing her. Kiera had a bit of a jealous streak. Not that I could really complain about that; I did too.

Instead of the game, I told her about our day sightseeing in her home state. “Did you know that one of the things on Griffin’s bucket list is to dip a specific part of himself into every large body of water on Earth?”

I could easily picture her cringing in disgust. “Do I want to know which body part?”

With a laugh, I told her, “It’s exactly what you’re thinking. He says water blessed by his junk will bring good luck to the world. Who knew he was such a peacekeeper.” Kiera started laughing, and it was a solid minute before she could speak again.

When her giggles subsided, she told me about her day, then about what notes she’d found. We talked for hours…far later than we probably should have considering what time it was both here and there. Eventually, Kiera started yawning repeatedly. “Want me to sing you to sleep again?” I asked.