Along with several other students, Zoe swiveled in her seat to look at me, her stare immediately traveling to Hunt.
Every single thing about Griffin was more interesting than this class. My blood simmered just looking at him, feeling him this close. He was so fucking beautiful, everything about him. I wanted the fuck out of him.
But I’d be damned if I’d share any of him with the rest of the students or Ms. Tott.
He was all fucking mine.
His eyes danced with mischief. His mouth tipped up on one side. And he winked at me.
“Ms. Bryson?” Ms. Tott pushed, her tone stern.
Still staring at the man I loved, I answered, “My apologies, Ms. Tott.” I turned to face her. “I got distracted.”
She frowned. “I can plainly see that.”
Layla said.
I very nearly snort-laughed out loud. With effort, I composed my expression into a respectful smile and told the teacher, “I’ll be paying attention now.”
Brady said into my mind with a chuckle.
As Ms. Tott finally turned back to the whiteboard, I couldn’t help but wonder if the Rafferty twins and their constant snark would be our undoing. They, at least, never changed.
What remained of class rolled by slowly enough that I checked my cellphone against the classroom clock twice to make sure the school clock hadn’t fallen behind. Ms. Tott mentioned the swoony Mr. Darcy sufficient additional times that Brady was the first to barrel out of the room, desperate to flee.
When the four of us filed out with the rest of the class, we found Brady in the hallway, facing off with Rich. Brady’s arms were coiled at his sides, and he was leaning ever so slightly toward Rich, as if the momentum of his internal ire were pulling them together.
I told him right away.
Only, I wasn’t so sure that he was …
I looked from Rich to Layla, then across Hunt, who had Zoe clinging to him like she had four arms and intended to never let go.
Rich craned his neck to see around the mass that was Brady and all his muscles and stared straight at me.
“Hey, foxy Joss-y.”
Students walked by, avoiding our group while also rubbernecking to make sure they didn’t miss any action.
Rich sidestepped Brady and stalked toward me. Suddenly, Griffin was pressed against my side, staring him down.
Rich ignored him, doing nothing to conceal his appreciation as he dragged his gaze up and down my body. “Mmmhmmm.” He wagged his head, running a careful hand across the surface of his gelled hair. “Lookin’ fine as always.”
After a strong reminder that in this timeline he was supposed to be the nice nephew of our dear family friend, Uncle Magnum, I forced my distaste into a smile. “Thanks.” The guy had pestered Layla for years. My fingers kept wanting to curl into fists as I fantasized about punching in that sleazy smile.
In truth, who knew if he’d been a creep to her solely in the latest timeline we remembered? He had denied sending her notes and gifts when I’d confronted him about it, though now that small bit of stalking had somehow become the least of our problems.
Rich openly leered at me as Brady shouldered his way to my other side.
Layla asked, almost wistfully.
I was too concerned that one of us—maybe even me—was about to knock the guy out and blow our cover.
Hunt said.
When none of us budged, Hunt added,
