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“Depends. Is that excitement or an accusation?”

She shrugs. “I like Sun on Glass. And you were on a billboard here for months. Everyone knows you. You’re Mountain Springs’ claim to fame.”

She ladles punch into a cup and offers it to me.

“Gianna.”

“Cal.” I take the cup and down it in one. Christ.

It tastes like melted candy and cheap vodka. Strong, though.

Nice work, Doc. Perfect for this sort of night. “Though apparently introductions are redundant. I’ll get a refill. You want one?”

“I’m not drinking. Someone has to make sure the house doesn’t get trashed.” She looks around the room, brows pinched.

“Quick favor,” I say.

“Mm.”

“My brother—the kid over there. Could you keep half an eye on him? Protective thing. I just need to know he’s not getting talked into anything stupid.”

Gianna looks at Drew. Looks back at me. Nods once.

“I’ve got him,” she says.

I thank her quickly when pink catches at the edge of my vision.

Bea slips out of the kitchen and heads for the stairs.

My gaze drops to the movement of her dress over her ass before returning to the back of her head.

There you fucking are.

I set down the punch.

“Excuse me.”

“Of course,” Gianna says, wearing a knowing little smile.

I don’t bother denying it.

I have an excellent list of reasons not to follow Bea upstairs.

She’s my tutor. I need to pass her class. We’re barely even friends.

Then she reaches the landing, and that pink dress rides another inch up the backs of her thighs.

Fuck the list.

I follow my Doc upstairs.

Chapter Thirteen

Bea

My head is spinning slightly as I enter my room.

I giggle at my bed. Did I not make that this morning?