Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
“Duh,” I say since I’m always down for snacks. We lace our fingers and head toward the kitchen. When we arrive, though, there is no food, only alcohol, alcohol, and a side of alcohol. It’s really unfortunate. “This is bullshit.”
“For real,” Cameron says, but then she grabs a guy by his shirt and flutters her eyelashes at him. “Hey.”
“Heyya,” he says with a thick French accent that leaves me breathless.
“I’m Cameron.”
“Benny,” he says, and I don’t think that’s not his real name, but who the hell cares. The dude is beautiful. Tall, dark, and thick. Lord. Almighty.
“Benny, do you happen to know where there is a snack in this house?”
“A snack?” he asks, a small grin playing on his face. “I mean, we don’t have snacks. We eat food—” He pauses then, tapping his jaw. He has one of those cute little butt chins. Ah! He’s adorable! But one look in Cameron’s eyes, and I know she’s smitten as well. “Come on. I know where snacks are.”
He takes her hand, and I have her other one, so we’re both being pulled by him. We head up two flights of stairs and then come to a door at the end of the hall. Cameron looks at me, and I look at her. I’ve seen this situation on a crime show once, but there are two of us.
And I have a Taser in between my chest and dress.
“If I don’t get snacks, I’m tasing him,” I whisper, and she laughs as Benny looks back at us.
He clears his throat and says, “My billet family’s son is our RA, and they send us all the snacks. But he keeps in here so no one eats them. His mom is very protective of me.”
His English is so broken and cute.
But then something clicks. “Wait, is this the RA’s room? Are we allowed in here?” I ask as he pushes the door open and lets us in.
“Oh yeah. I am, no worries. Evan is nice guy.”
Once inside, I look around and smile. Evan has a Nashville Assassins team flag and then an IceCats one. Makes me miss Nico. His bed is made neatly, and on it is a stuffed sloth. He has guitars lining the wall, along with a lot of hockey sticks. I wonder when the last time he touched them was. On the wall and on almost every surface are pictures. As Cameron and Benny look through the snack boxes, I walk around looking at the photos. Lots of his whole family and even more of him and his twin at various things. His family is full of beautiful people, and you can see how much they love each other. It makes me think of when my family was that happy. My mom, dad, Aviva, and me. All cuddled up and happy. I wish I had more memories of that. And more pictures. Now it’s Nico, Aviva, Vance, and me. I can’t complain because I feel more loved than I ever have in my life. When I come to a picture of Evan with a baby, my heart stops dead in my chest. He’s holding the little baby like a football, his lips pressed to its forehead. How sweet.
“Callie, come get some snacks. He has Goldfish, your favorite!”
But as I turn, the door flies open, and there is the RA.
And he’s pissed.
His brows shoot up as he takes in the people in his room. Then his eyes darken as they fall on me. I wrap my arms around myself, embarrassed to be in his space. But his gaze isn’t mad. I’d say it’s confused, but even then, I don’t know if that’s the word to use. He looks down my body and then back up before settling on my face. It’s almost as if he doesn’t recognize me, but I know he does.
“Bro, sorry. They were hungry. I came to get snacks,” Benny says, standing up with his hands out.
Evan jerks his thumb behind himself. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”
“They told me not to. They didn’t think you’d want them to.”
“I don’t give a shit if y’all have a party. I do care that I wasn’t informed.”
Good lord, his voice is sexy when he is being all authoritative.
“They didn’t want to lose your respect.”
He rolls his eyes. “Whatever. And why didn’t anyone get food?”
“Because we spent the money on beer.”
“Smart,” he says matter-of-factly, and then he sets his gaze on us. “Don’t y’all have practice tomorrow morning?”
Cameron nods. “Yes, no drinking or sex with large-dicked men.”
I cover my face, and to my delight, Evan chuckles. “Wow, so tonight is the night for small-dicked men?”
“For sure. Can’t be bowlegged for practice.”
I peek through my fingers to see him laugh. “You’ll be good here, then,” he teases, and Benny laughs.
“Unless someone can lock you in,” she says under her breath, and I snatch her by her wrist.