Page 133 of Sweet Temptation

He didn’t seem to notice.

“Unlikely,” Summer said. “‘Summer Nights,’ right back at you. Rascal Flatts.”

“‘Summer In The City.’ The Lovin Spoonful.”

“‘Endless Summer Nights.’ Richard Marx.”

“‘Long Hot Summer Night.’ The Jimi Hendrix Experience.”

“Touché,” Summer said. “‘Hot Girl Summer.’ Megan Thee Stallion.”

“‘Summer of ’69.’ Bryan Adams.”

“‘Summer ’68.’ Pink Floyd.”

“Nice one,” Andre said. “‘Cruel Summer.’ Bananarama.”

“Uggggh, you didn’t. I wanted that one.”

“Should’ve said it, then.”

“You play a good game, Andre.”

“I know.”

I rolled my eyes.

“‘Summer,’” Summer said. “Best name for a song, ever, by the way. Calvin Harris.”

“‘Summer Breeze.’ Seals and Croft.”

“‘Girls of Summer.’ Aerosmith.” She was getting louder with each song, practically shouting them at him.

“‘Girls In Their Summer Clothes,’” Andre replied, cool as a cucumber. “Bruce Springsteen.”

“Damn,” Summer muttered. “He’s good.” Her eyes met mine in the rearview mirror.

It was literally the first time she’d spoken to me since we got in the car.

“You really don’t want to play trivia of any kind against Andre,” I told her. “He’ll slay you every time.”

“Fuck that,” she said. “‘Summer Love.’ Justin Timberlake.”

“‘Summer Love,’” he retorted. “One Direction.”

“Brother,” I said. “What the fuck are you listening to?”

Andre shrugged, smiling.

“‘Summer of Love,’” Summer said. “U2.”

“‘Suddenly Last Summer.’ The Motels.”

“Who the fuck are The Motels?” I said.

They ignored me.

“‘Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days Of Summer,’ bitch. Nat ‘King’ Cole.”

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