“Holy shit, that was funny,” Brenna tells Hollis as she saunters into the living room. A deep, sexy laugh that rolls out of his muscular chest-and dies the moment he spots me. On Fitzy’s side, it’s clear he has Hollis completely trapped.įitz bursts out laughing. “Stop hiding in the same warehouse if you don’t want me to find you.”įrom the doorway, I watch as the soldier on Mike’s side of the screen faces down the barrel of a scary-looking gun. “Get the fuck out of here,” Hollis is growling at Fitzy. The only evidence of a get-together is the dozens of empty beer cans and the faint scent of marijuana that seems to be coming from Mike’s direction. Hunter is passed out in the easy chair, clad in sweatpants and a threadbare T-shirt with the sleeves cut off. Hollis and Fitz are on the couch, battling each other in a shooting game. To our dismay, everyone’s gone when we walk through the door. Me, I love a good after-party like I love my Prada boots, so I’m happy bringing her home with me. She confesses that she’s a night owl and has a hard time falling asleep before three or four a.m. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”īrenna decides to crash at my house when she finds out my roommates are having a party of their own. “With that said, I’m totally telling my dad about McCarthy’s knee.”
Scowling, she jabs a finger in the air between us. “See! I told you it would be fun,” I tease. Three minutes later, she and I are in the backseat of our Uber. His green eyes gleam with amusement as she disappears from the room. On her way to the door, Brenna flicks the pithiest of looks in Jake Connelly’s direction. Smiling ruefully, he lands a lighthearted smack on her butt before she walks off.
She takes pity on the guy, looping her arms around his neck and brushing her lips over his stubble-covered cheek. Unfortunately, he really did blow it with his overreaction to her identity. Secretly, I think she totally would’ve fooled around with him, Harvard be damned. “You could stay…” He trails off, awaiting her response. McCarthy is still standing close to her, not bothering to hide his disappointment. “Four minutes away,” Brenna says, holding up her phone.
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