Chapter 4

Pulling down the bandanna to leave it hanging around his neck, Blaze said, “That was your homework assignment—I want you to be able to assemble your weapon blindfolded and in the dark. You ought to know the parts of your guns as well as you know the body of your lover.”

Skeeter choked. Someone pounded him on the back, and he waved him away. Face flushed with embarrassment, he said, “Choked on my own spit.”

Oh, I think everyone knows why you choked…We were all your age once, and thoughts of getting a little sex dominated every waking moment of every day. They still do. But if you only knew the kind of loversI think about, you might’ve strangled on your spit instead of only choking

Blaze kept the smile he felt inside from reaching his face.