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While Bailey curled her hair into ringlets and pulled it up, Tess applied her new face.
“Now remember.” Bailey nudged Tess’s elbow. “It’s Halloween so it’s perfectly fine for her to look like Hooker. Don’t be afraid to put it on thick and slutty.”
Tess paused to send Bailey a dry frown. “I was gonna.”
“Oh. Well…continue then.”
The two worked in quiet efficiency for a few minutes, and Paige found herself wishing they’d say something. When her hands began to fidget in her lap, Tess patted them in a motherly manner.
“When’s he going to pick you up?”
Paige drew in a breath. “He’s not. I’m supposed to meet him there.”
Both girls paused to stare at her. Then Bailey folded her arms over her chest. “You mean, you’re supposed to prance all the way across campus alone on Halloween dressed in that? Oh, hell no.”
Siding with her roommate, Tess nodded. “It really would be safer if he picked you up.” Her bottom lip suddenly pouted. “Plus I want to see his face when he gets his first look at you.”
Paige glanced between them. She hadn’t been looking forward to the trip there and home by herself, but Reggie had told her he needed to help organize the party so he wouldn’t have a chance to get away and come pick her up.
“You know,” she said, thinking up the perfect plan. “Why don’t you two just come with me? I don’t think the party’s invitation only or anything, and I’d certainly feel better with you there.”
Wearing his regularly issued bright red t-shirt with Designated Driver branded across his front and back in huge white letters, Logan crossed his arms over his chest and watched a bunch of costumed drunks party around him.
“Hey, Designated Dave,” someone called. “Have a beer.”
He ducked as some idiot lobbed an empty, crumpled can at his head. He offered the guy a tight smile. “Thanks.”
Deciding to loiter in another room and wait for someone to require his services, he waded through a pathetic attempt at a mosh pit and pushed into the main living room of the fraternity house only to stop dead in his tracks. Arriving in the entrance opposite from him, a trio of lovely ladies dominated the scene.
Fifty people had to be mingling between them, but all he saw was one girl. He couldn’t look away from the tall, slender one in the middle with the gorgeous mass of dark hair piled on top of her head and stray coils corkscrewing around her face. A crooked pair of bunny ears had been stuck on top, making her look as sexy as it did innocent and adorable.
Nothing south of her neck was innocent, though. Especially his thoughts.
Her dress was small, tight, glittery red—
His brain short-circuited at her legs, too long and shapely to be anything shy of amazing.
He actually recog
nized the redhead on her left before he realized whom he was ogling. The muscles in his stomach clenched hard and heat spread though his center. A ribbon of awareness curled up his spine, consuming him, until he had to remind himself to breathe.
She was the most—
“Paige!” Hearing someone else call her name over the thumping music and people shook Logan from his stupor. He jerked himself toward a shadowed corner so she wouldn’t spot him and watched as Reggie Oates approached her and took her elbow.
Jealousy ate at him like an acid as they talked. When Oates led her into the kitchen where the drinks were being distributed, Logan didn’t follow. He forced himself out of the house and down the front steps past a couple making out in the porch swing and a game of washers going on in the yard.
Positioning himself as far from the party as he could get, he found the designated driver’s car and leaned against it, closing his eyes and wishing someone would need a ride soon.
Knowing she was here—with someone else and wearing that dress—was going to make this one painfully long night.
Chapter Fourteen
“THIRSTY?” HOLDING UP TWO CUPS, Reggie turned from the keg he’d led Paige to. When he handed her one full of frothy amber liquid, she stared at it bleakly for a moment before gifting him with a tight smile.
“Thanks.” Taking one of the Solo cups from him, she held it high in front of her chest in an unconscious attempt to cover the girls and felt lame as her date took a hearty slug from his beer.
With a refreshed sigh, he grinned and took her elbow. “Let’s mingle.”
