Page 92 of The Heart Breaker

My brows shoot up in surprise, because if the answer was no, he would’ve just said no… right?

Miles lets out a laugh, clearly having the exact same thought. “That’s definitely a yes. Who the hell was it?”

But Logan just shrugs, looking away. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

Austin laughs and turns toward Ryan. “Alright, Captain,” he says, pouring tequila into a cup. “Truth or drink. What’s the weirdest place you and Isabella have hooked up?”

Isabella nearly inhales her drink. Maisie has to pat her on the back while she coughs. “Ryan,” she chokes out, eyes wide. “You better drink.”

Ryan looks at Austin, then at Isabella, and wisely knocks the shot back.

Austin laughs. “Come on. You can’t even tell me? Your best friend in the whole world?”

Ryan sighs. “You might’ve been… nearby,” he says.

Austin’s grin only gets bigger. “First time or second?”

“Austin,” Isabella says, a warning tone to her voice.

He throws his hands up, his eyes widening. “Sorry, baby Hayes. I’ll keep my mouth shut.” But literally not one second later, he locks eyes with Maisie and shoots her a wink. “I’ll tell you later, Freckles.”

Austin turns away to pour another shot, and I nudge Isabella with my elbow.

“So where was the weirdest place?” I ask her.

She sighs, her cheeks turning pink. “Austin might’ve caught us in a closet at the rink,” she whispers.

A laugh slips out of me. “Wow. Right under your dad’s nose.” I take a sip of my drink, grinning at her. “Didn’t know you had that in you.”

“Did your dad ever find out?” Maisie asks, eyes wide.

“God, no.” Isabella looks horrified by the idea. “If he had, Ryan would be buried under the ice.”

I snort, then turn to Maisie. “What about you?” I ask, wiggling my brows. “Weirdest place?”

She goes pink instantly. “Um…” Her fingers twist around the edge of her plastic cup as her eyes flick toward the guys. “Probably Austin’s truck. Behind the diner.”

My jaw drops. “Maisie.”

She turns bright red. “It was late, okay? And it was raining, and we were waiting for the windshield to clear, and then we just—” She cuts herself off and shakes her head. “I’m not finishing that sentence.”

Isabella grins beside me. “Look at our girl,” she says, bumping her shoulder against Maisie’s.

I laugh into my drink. “Austin’s corrupting you.”

She tries to narrow her eyes at me, but it’s Maisie, so it comes out more cute than threatening—like a little puppy dog.

“What about you?” she asks.

I swirl the ice around in my drink, buying myself a second. “Um… behind a tree at the Halloween party.” I take a sip and watch both their eyes widen over the rim of my cup.

“Did anyone catch you?” Isabella asks, laughing.

I shake my head quickly. “God, no. I would’ve actually died.”

“I didn’t even know you were seeing someone,” she says. “Who is it?”

The answer sits right there, practically pushing at the back of my teeth while they both look at me, waiting, and God, I want to tell them. I really do. But I also know exactly how insane it would sound out loud.