Cliff’s POV
“Boyfriends?”
“One, in middle school. If that counts.” She chews aggressively at her burger; obviously the fact that it got a bit cold didn’t stifle her hunger.
“Okay. Hookups?”
She frowns, clearly uncomfortable with the question. “Maybe I don’t keep track.”
I can’t help but laugh. “You keep track.” It’s easy (though slightly painful) for me to believe that she’s fooled around with at least a few guys, but I know Kate, and I know that she would remember each one.
“Okay, fine. Three.”
Three isn’t bad. Not nearly as bad as my own track record. Then again, I’m twenty-two and went to college.
“One of them,” Kate continues, “Brooke doesn’t know about.”
I cough on my spoonful of blizzard. “Jason?” I demand. I really don’t think I’d be able to handle spending time with Jason
