Page 38 of Bad Call

“Great, when we get back, I’ll hit the club and try again.”

My stomach soured. “Of course you will.”

“So how many guys have you been with?”

“You said you weren’t going to ask.”

“And you said you weren’t gonna tell, but I bet you will.”

“I’m not even discussing this with you.”

“Have you been with anyone since… You know?”

“Since what, since you?”

“Yeah.” His usual, charming grin was back in place.

“I told you I’ve been busy.”

“Uh-huh. You said I was good.Howgood?” When I remained silent, he prompted, “So good that you remembered every detail apparently,” he boasted.

I swear to Christ he acted three years old. “Do you think I sit around and jack off to you?”

His eyebrows shot up. “Do you?”

“No.”Yes.Baylor’s grin turned into a little chuckle. “I swear I don’t!”

“How many times?”

“How many times what?”

“You know, how many?”

“I’d rather wreck this truck than answer you.”

“Don’t you dare wreck this truck! If I don’t see the Padres play, I will haunt you for the rest of my life.”

“You already do,” I muttered.

“How many times, Collins?”

I huffed, conceding. “It’s just because I have a poor imagination and you were the last guy I was with.”

He smelled victory. “How many?" he asked gleefully.

“Once.” Baylor clicked his tongue. “Twice, maybe,” I added reluctantly.

“Casey?”

Shit! “A handful of times.” Baylor’s laughter made my cheeks heat. “What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Have you… Have you, uh, jacked off?”

“Almost every day.”

“You know what I mean.”