Page 65 of The Faking Game

Rafe

As the victor of last trip’s poker game, I’d like it noted that I handled Alex’s poor sportsmanship with grace.

West

Yes, you cursed him out very gracefully.

Alex

And you? Have you recovered from your hangover? I haven’t seen you mistreat whiskey like that since boarding school.

Rafe

I don’t know what you’re referring to.

West

I have video footage of that, too.

Alex

Will you even have time, West? Our next trip is only a few weeks away. Considering you have a new girlfriend and all.

James

We’ve lost him to the dark side.

Rafe

These jokes are going to get old fast. They’re not REALLY dating.

James

Of course not. Sisters are off-limits.

Alex

I’d personally kill West for you if it was true.

James

Hung and quartered?

Alex

Feathered and tarred.

West

Thanks.

CHAPTER19

NORA

The Paradise Lost party is held at an estate not far from Fairhaven. In every other way, it seems to be its complete opposite.

The old building is tall, with two towers that rise up toward the night sky. The entire driveway is covered with burning lights. There are no stately columns or red brick like Fairhaven. The house is gray, ornate. Something that might belong in a Scottish fairytale.

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