Page 72 of Forbidden Puck
I gulped loudly.
“Something you want to tell me, dear sister?”
“Seems like Radar already told you,” I muttered.
“He sure did. So how'd it happen? Did he take advantage of you?”
“Ofcoursenot. It 'happened' because you bailed on me to go hang out with Lindsay, and then Radar felt bad for me because I hadn't even eaten dinner.”
“Oh, so it's my fault.”
“It's no one'sfault,it just happened.”
“So Radar treated you to dinner. Wow, he'ssucha nice guy, isn't he?”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, he was, actually.”
“And that's why you were willing to lie for him, when you made up that ridiculous story about catching him with the puck bunny?”
I sighed. “I guess so.”
“It's funny, because I thought you never told a lie, and you lorded that over everyone's head as proof that you were better than everyone else. But I guess in the end,thatturned out to just another lie too.”
I tutted. “Stop being so dramatic. It's not like I wanted to lie about it. It's verysimple, Lance: Radar and I got caught up in the moment last night, and we did something we shouldn't have. And then he begged me not to tell you, because he thought you'd freak out and get him kicked off the team. I went along with it, because I didn't want to see his career get wrecked.”
“Which it will, by the way.” Lance smirked. “I have to say, Honey Badger, sleeping with my roommate is pretty damn low. I wouldn't expect that from you.”
“Uh, excuse me? I didn't sleep with him.”
“Whatever you two did. I don't want to know, honestly.”
I stared at him. “You know … that's pretty ballsy coming from you, Lance.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Quinn? Hello?”
“Oh, here we go with Quinn again. So thatiswhat this is about, isn't it? I asked you if you planned to fuck Radar to get back at me—and you said no. Remember when you said youweren'tthe kind of sister who'd fuck her brother's best friend? What was that, lie #47 you've told so far this trip, Ms. One Hundred Percent Honest?”
“I didn'tplanon fucking him—and I didn't fuck him, either! This wasn't some plot of revenge. It just—”
“It just sort of happened?”
“Yes …!” I let out a heavy breath. “He was sweet to me, Lance. Not just last night, but the night before, too. He didn't have to take me out to dinner, but he did, and we started talking to each other and getting to know each other more, and yes, I liked him enough to kiss him.”
Lance rolled his eyes. “Oh, great, you like him, too. The more I hear, the more nauseating it gets.”
He thought it was nauseating, but my heart fluttered at hearing that.
“… Ryan told you he likes me?”
Lance sneered. “Ugh.You call him'Ryan'? Seriously?”
“Forget it. Where did he go, anyway?”
Lance shrugged. “He went home, like I said.”
“Did you guys have a fight?”
