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because Sammy got him those for Christmas last year.
    “She was here long enough. What was all the giggling I heard coming from the kitchen earlier?” The glare from the TV makes his face downright scary looking considering he’s glowering at me and his jaw is bony as hell these days.
    “Oh, you know. I had her laid out naked on my kitchen counter and was nibbling away at all of her most ticklish areas.” I flip on the light just as he jumps upright like he thinks I’m actually serious. “Man, what the fuck is wrong with you lately? We were having lunch.  We talked because staring at nothing in silence is your thing, no one else’s. And Bam Bam’s a girl. She fucking giggles.”
    He drops back down into the probably permanent indent of his body in my guest bed. “Sorry. I just can’t pretend not to see the shit people are capable of anymore.”
    I step in front of him, blocking the TV. “Explain yourself. I’m serious, man, or I swear to God your ass is sleeping somewhere else tonight.”
    His eyes narrow and I feel my knuckles pop as I clench and unclench my fists. He’s sick right now. I get that. But he keeps coming at me like I’m a fucking stranger he can’t trust and I’m going to start treating him like one.
    “I’m saying, no one is who they pretend to be. We’re all just parading around as the prettiest versions of ourselves, the ones we want other people to see. The ones others accept. Like, even. But we’re all rotting on the inside, some more than others.” His expression hardens and his gaze stares blindly into the room and I know he’s talking about Sammy. Rotting on the inside. Then, he snaps out of it and comes back at me. “Of course, you make no secret of your disgusting parts. You just flash that shit out in the open. Or so we think. Maybe there’s more. Maybe the goodhearted guy who’s always up for a good time and never up for a commitment isn’t really as charming and considerate as he pretends. Maybe he’s a selfish piece of shit who would take advantage of a young girl just to add another one to the collection.”
    “You are out of your goddamned mind.” I move up around the bed to the other nightstand. Derek lunges for me as I pull open the drawer, but it’s too late. I’ve already found it. “Really? This isn’t even the good shit.” I throw the nearly empty bottle of cheap vodka in the trashcan by the desk.
    “Fuck you. You don’t know what my life is like.”
    “You’re right, I don’t. But as far as I can see, I’m the only other person in it these days. And if you want to keep it that way, you need to stop trying to make me out to be the asshole. I get that you’re having a hard time making Sammy the bad guy, but it can’t keep being me. I’m not hurting you, in fact, I’m the only one trying to help you.” I head for the door. “And not that I owe you any explanation here, but I’m not going to hurt Bam Bam either. She’s Ava’s sister for fuck’s sake. I’ve known her since she was a baby. And I sure as shit don’t plan on adding her to the collection .” 
    I slam the door shut and march straight for my own room. I know he didn’t really mean any of what he said. Well, he meant it. About Sammy. I’ve just been his target by default these days. Shit’s getting old, but I can’t force the man to heal any faster than his heart is willing to. And apparently, it’s not willing to do squat. So, I suck it up and take one for the team. Everyone takes a turn around here sometime, and while Derek is down and out over Sammy, it’s up to me this time.
    Kicked back on my bed, I reach for the remote. I’m not much for TV, so I have no fucking clue what’s on these days. With any luck, my phone will ring and I’ll have something, someone , better to entertain me here shortly.
    Thirty minutes into some stupid reality show where people are going on naked blind dates and acting like that shit’s totally normal, and my phone finally beeps.
    Ready to