Page 88 of Sawyer

“Lucky me,” I say, gesturing to the bartender for another beer. “Get lost, Quinn.”

“Why do you think that is?” he asks, leaning back on the bar. “All of your siblings have found someone special except for you.”

“How do you know I’m not dating someone on the sly? Someone I met online?”

His eyes narrow. “Are you?”

I shrug, placing a dollar in the tip jar and bringing the cold bottle to my lips. “None of your fucking business.”

“You kiss your father with that mouth?”

“Anyone but you, Quinn.”

“Would that you were ever so lucky, Parker.”

“I’d pass out from the tobacco stink of your breath,” I say, pinching my nose.

“I don’t chew anymore.”

“Good for you. Want a sticker?”

“Sure. Do you have one that reads:My best friend’s sister is a pain in the ass.?”

“They don’t make those anymore. They got replaced by:My brother’s best friend is a dickhead.”

His lips quiver like he’s trying not to smile. I roll my eyes at him.

“Can you just go away? There’s a buffet over there with your name on it. Those love handles won’t thicken up on their own.”

“Some women like a little meat on the bone.”

“Keep telling yourself that. Or better yet, go find one of them. Your cologne’s giving me a headache.”

“Uncle!” he cries. His face splits into a full-blown grin as a chortle escapes his throat. “Damn, Parker, you’re such a ball buster.”

“I just tell it like I see it.”

“Truce.” He makes his hands into the T sign for “time out.”

“Why?”

“I heard a rumor.”

“Oh, yeah? Find someone who gives a shit and go share it with them.”

He ignores my suggestion and says: “I heard you’re going to Vegas in January for the Annual Adventure-Seekers Travel Convention.”

“That’s not a rumor. That’s just a fact. I’m the Stewart that gets to go to the travel conventions, and you know it.”

“I know someone else who’s going.”

“A friend of yours? Fantastic. Tell me their name so I can be sure to avoid them while I’m in Sin—”

“Quinn Morgan,” he says with a smirk.

My mouth drops open.What? Why?The last person I want to bump into in Las Vegas is Quinn Morgan.

“You?What-the fuck-for?”

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