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The guys aren’t that much older than us. Maybe two or three years, but I can see Max’s point. They’re probably not interested in young sorority girls who are still trying to figure life out. They seem to have their shit together.
An hour later and Beau is pounding in the last nail just as Ace and Nash arrive to set up our equipment. As large as the stage looks, and as much space as it takes up, it’s actually smaller than I was anticipating. It takes some creative planning during setup to make sure none of us fall off in the middle of our set.
Me in particular, since I’ll be the one moving around up front.
As day begins to fade to night, the house comes alive with laughter, drinks start flowing, and the energy in the room is elevated to a new level.
So are my nerves, considering there’s no sign of Scarlet or her sisters.
“Where is everyone?” I ask, sliding up next to Finn and Max. They’re deep in conversation with Oliver and Beau and barely acknowledge my presence, let alone my question.
“Tate’s a little bitch. I barely see him unless he’s pulling me over.,” Oliver says, rolling his eyes at Beau who’s doubled over in laughter.
“Every fucking week,” he howls.
“Who would have thought he’d go from being a criminal to arresting them. I bet the sheriff was thrilled to see his face walk through the door. Did he try to cuff him out of habit?” Max asks, a smile on his face that’s borderline sinister.
“Wouldn’t have surprised me. He’s not the same person he was back then, though.”
“None of us are,” Finn adds, his eyes focused over Oliver’s shoulder. Following his line of sight, I find Willow walking through the kitchen, headed this direction. One arm is looped through Kendall’s, the other through Piper’s.
“Thank your dad again for helping him find a house, Finn,” Oliver states, glancing over his shoulder.
“Will do, as long as he knows we’re even now. I’m not in the habit of repaying debts on my brother’s behalf. I still don’t understand how I got roped into it, especially since Micah could have asked my father himself, but I’m happy he found a place.”
Finn walks off, heading straight toward Willow without another word. I watch as they embrace, hear Max groan beside me, and hold back my laughter.
“Still not okay with him dating your little sister?” Beau asks as Max chugs the rest of his beer.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be okay with it.” Max’s eyes are locked on the back of Finn’s head as he engages in conversation with the girls.
“What if they get married? Have kids? You still going to want to punch him every time you see them together? That’s going to make for some interesting family gatherings.” Oliver chuckles before he’s even finished speaking.
Muttering to himself, Max leaves the three of us in search of another beer. I’m tempted to join him, but I don’t like to have more than one before getting up on stage, and I’ve already hit my limit.
“Thank you again for helping with the stage, guys. I don’t think it would have been finished in time if it had been just Finn and Brady.”
“Not a problem, man,” Beau states, patting me on the back of the shoulder. “Happy to help.”
“Don’t let him fool you; we only did it because we were promised a good show.”
“You won’t be disappointed,” I state, glancing at the clock on the microwave.
Thirty minutes until show time, and there’s still no sign of Scarlet. The only Zeta I’ve seen so far is Kendall, and that’s because she showed up with Willow. I’m tempted to call her, text her, anything to make sure she’s going to be here.
I promised myself I wouldn’t, though.
She needs to make the decision without being influenced. To decide what she wants. If she shows up tonight—
As if I’ve conjured her with my thoughts, Scarlet breezes into the room looking sinful with Kora, Mya, and Gia right behind her. Her hair is swept to one side and pinned back. Her skimpy black dress dips low in the front and barely covers her thighs. And her heels are so high it makes her toned legs go on for miles.
She’s going to regret wearing those later if her ankle is still sore.
“Is that what college girls look like these days?” I hear Beau ask. “If so, I may have to reconsider my stance on the age gap.”
Knowing he’s probably looking in the same direction I am, I pray his stare is focused on either Gia or Kora. If he’s looking at my girl, I’m going to have to gouge his eyes out with a spoon. If he’s looking at Mya, Brady might not be able to hold himself back.
To avoid the use of physical violence, I don’t turn in his direction.
