Page 134 of Sweet Temptation

“‘Summer Wind,’” Andre replied cooly. “Sinatra, baby.”

“‘Summertime.’ Ella Fitzgerald.”

“Nope. You lose.”

“What!?”

“Summertime is all one word. Doesn’t count.”

“Fuck you. Where’s my internet?”

Andre chuckled as Summer poked at her phone in vain.

“You wanna pick this up where the legendary DJ crashed and burned?” Andre asked me, rubbing it in. “Take on the champ?”

“Uh…” I cleared my throat. “‘Hazy Shade of Winter’?”

Silence.

“Guy. That doesn’t even have summer in the title.”

“I couldn’t think of one for summer. You guys said them all.”

Andre shook his head. “Amateur. Do you even know who does that song?”

I said nothing.

“He has no fucking idea,” Andre tossed over his shoulder.

“The song is called ‘A Hazy Shade of Winter,’” Summer said, sounding appalled at my ignorance. “And it’s Simon and Garfunkel.”

“Right,” I muttered. “Everyone knows that.”

“He totally didn’t know that,” Andre said.

“How about we enjoy some silence for a while,” I suggested.

“No can do.” Summer turned on the music again.

Andre laughed. “Nice.”

“What’s funny?” I asked.

“She’s trying to keep playing the game. This is ‘Cool for the Summer’ by Demi Lovato.” Then he tossed over his shoulder, “‘Summer’s Almost Gone.’ The Doors.”

“‘Song for the Summer,’” she said. “Stereophonics.”

I sighed.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Summer said, like she wasn’t sorry at all. “Are we annoying you?”

“Don’t worry,” Andre said. “Ronan would never actually tell you to shut up. He’s too nice.”

“Excuse me?” she said, like he’d just told her Sasquatch was real.

“He’s too nice,” Andre said, like he actually thought she hadn’t heard him. “Anyway, trust me. You are waaaaay less annoying than his last client.”

I threw him a look that said, You can go ahead and shut up now.

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