chapter 20

“Let me guess, one of the girls has been the other's girlfriend, right? Only rivalry over some pussy can

get guys this riled up.” I stare at her, but her bright grin doesn't even falter.

“Nope. Good guess, but completely off.”

The waitress taps one lacquered nail against the wood of the bar.

“That's weird, really, because I remember you two being pretty tight. I mean your friend's Jasper

Whitlock, and you're Edward Cullen.” I'm not even surprised that she knows Jazz, I wouldn't even be

surprised to find out that she knows him, but usually his skanks don't recognize me, and I'd certainly

remember her if she'd been one of our few mutual pickups.

Contrary to him I remember all the faces and names of the girls I've fucked.

I still have to ask, out of curiosity.

“Oh, I've been working at Zero's before I got the job here, I remember you guys hanging out there

sometimes. Come to think of it,” she muses, then puts the small dish with the orange and lime slices

next to the shots be