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I don’t know where the fuck that had come from, but it suited her. She couldn’t have been over a little five-foot-four, which, compared to my six-foot-one, made her short. And even under her baggy t-shirt, you could see her curves, her more than ample rack. It was the first thing I’d noticed about her earlier.
What could I say? I was a boob guy.
Jesus, Holden. Get your head out of the damn gutter.
“What the fuck are you smiling at?” Connor asked as I reached the pool table.
“Nothing.”
His eyes narrowed, scrutinizing me as I lined up to break. “What do you make of Aurora?”
“What?” My hand slipped, sending the white ball crashing into the side cushion. “Fuck,” I muttered.
“Sam really messed with your flow, huh? Or maybe it’s our new houseguest that’s got you all—”
“Fuck off, asshole. She’s Austin’s sister and not my type.”
Folding his arms over his chest, he regarded me with a knowing glint in his eye. “I thought your type was legs for days, a great rack, and big come fuck me eyes.”
“Exactly. Hence not Aurora.” She was short, curvy, and had that geeky bookworm thing going on. “I prefer my women a little more—”
“Dude,” he shook his head.
“What? You asked, and I’m just saying, curvy, geeky types have never really been my type.”
“Good to know,” a small voice said.
Fuck.
I turned slowly, guilt plunking in my chest like a brick. “Shit, Aurora, I wasn’t… We were just talking shit.”
“So it would seem. But don’t worry,” she said, a trace of hurt in her voice. “You’re not my type either.”
“Baby, I’m everyone’s type.” I grinned, earning myself a few snickers from the guys milling around to watch me and Connor play pool.
It was my attempt at thawing some of the ice between us. A cocky retort to get her to smile. But Aurora wasn’t smiling.
Not even a little bit.
“Well, I wouldn’t touch a hockey player again even if he was the last man on earth,” she seethed, but it wasn’t the warning in her voice; it was the flash of devastation in her eyes that caught my attention.
Austin had said that she and her boyfriend—ex-boyfriend as the case now was—had parted ways because of college. But there was something in her expression, something—
“What’s going on?” Austin asked, coming up behind his sister.
“Nothing.” She flashed him a bright smile. But I’d seen enough people paste on a smile, hoping to hide the cracks to know there was nothing genuine about it.
“I think I’m going to head back. I’m beat.”
“I’ll walk you,” Austin said. “I need to be up early anyway.”
“Let us finish this game, and me and Ella will come too,” Connor added, looking at me expectantly.
“I think I’m going to stick around for a bit.”
“Just don’t get too wasted and make any bad decisions. Specifically, ones that start with an S and end with AM.”
