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She—
“Hey.” Her voice is snappy, and my slow-ass brain suddenly registers that her blue gaze is lacking some serious warmth. She looks super pissed. “You remember me?”
I nod, pointing at her with my best smile. “I want to say Karen.”
Mick lets out a soft gasp, then mutters something under her breath.
I don’t catch it because I’m too busy staring down the female version of a bull ready to charge. Her nostrils flare, and she grips the strap of her handbag, her knuckles going white.
“Caroline. My name is Caroline.”
“Oh yeah.” My eyes run down her body. I can’t help it. She’s in these tight-ass jeans with this red-checkered shirt that makes her look like a sexy country girl.
Sweet Caroline.
Yeehaw. I wouldn’t mind a ride with her again. She can keep the shirt on. As long as I can bury my fingers in those luscious curls and?—
“We hooked up at a party in January.”
“Yeah, I remember.”
The leather bands around her wrists click together, the colorful beads spinning as she crosses her arms and practically growls, “You were gonna call me. I gave you my number.”
I cringe, running a hand through my hair. “Yeah, I’m not…” I hiss, flashing her an apologetic smile. “I don’t really do that.”
She scoffs. “So, what, you just collect girls’ phone numbers like little souvenirs? Is that it?”
I look to the ground, shoving my hands in my pockets.
“I thought we had a good time together.”
“We did.” I glance up, my eyebrows popping high. “I just don’t… you know. I’m a onetime guy. Sorry. I thought everyone knew that about me.”
Her chin trembles just the tiniest bit.
Oh fuck, please don’t cry. Please don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.
Her eyes go vibrant blue, glistening a little as she clenches her jaw.
And this is why I don’t do relationships.
“Men can be such assholes. Amiright?” Mikayla gives her a sympathetic grin.
Caroline’s smile is kind of tumultuous and only curls her lips for a second as she shares a brief look with Mick.
Lil’ mouse waves, mouthing, “Hey.”
Caroline nods at her, then lets out a heavy sigh, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “Look, Casey, we need to talk.”
Oh shit.
But to prove I’m not an asshole, I put on a smile and nod. “Sure, what’s up?”
She glances around at Asher, who’s still hovering behind her, then Ethan at the table, and finally Mikayla near the kitchen counter, before looking at me and raising her eyebrows. “In private.”
No fucking way.
It might make me a coward, but I’m not walking out of this room. I can sense that I need some major backup. I have no idea what the fuck this is about, but if she’s going to go off on me, I want witnesses.
