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“One day, you’ll stop trying to get me laid.”

Mac scoffed. “Not likely. One day, your celibate ass will find the right girl and all this bullshit about not dating will go right out the window.”

An image of the girl in the weight room appeared in my mind—the fire in her eyes when I told her in the most asshole way possible she wasn’t allowed to be there. I winced as I remembered calling her a ball bunny as if she weren’t standing right in front of me like a wet dream.

I pushed it away. She might not be at the party, but she was just as bad. Hanging around the athletes in hopes of getting something from one of us. Maybe Mac wasn’t into her, but that didn’t make her any less of a distraction. In the back of my mind, I wondered if this one might be worth finding out more.

Instead of defending my sex life, I pointed out the obvious. “You’re not planning to date any of those girls.”

“I could. I’m just picky.”

I snorted. We all knew he had a thing for Eva.

After D graduated last spring, Mac had moved in with us, and he’d convinced Eva to move into an apartment across the hall. She’d claimed she wanted more room for when we invaded to watch movies, but we suspected she wanted the discount Mac had negotiated for her. Which reminded me…

“Wasn’t Eva’s roommate supposed to be here this week?”

Mac scrubbed his hand down his face. “Yeah. There was some problem with transportation, but she moved in today.”

I frowned. “I thought Eva needed us to help.”

“I guess not. When I asked her about it, she told me it was handled and to go away.” He held up his hands in surrender. “When she says to go away, I listen.”

A loud shriek cut through the party noise, and I tensed. We’d had a bit of trouble at a Kappa party last year. A dark-haired girl I recognized from one of my classes streaked out the door in a tiny dress and bare feet. One of the hockey guys—John? Josh?—chased her outside. I shifted my weight, intending to help, but she had a huge smile on her face.

J-something picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, causing her to laugh her ass off as he carted her back in the house. I shared a look with Mac. He’d been there last year, but he was quicker to recover.

He nodded at the house. “Jaden’s gotten slow over the summer if he let her get that far.”

Jaden. Right. “Didn’t you lose to him in a streaking race last year?”

Always the drama queen, Mac clutched his chest. “You know that race wasn’t fair. I was handicapped by holding my massive junk out of the way. Jaden was more aerodynamic.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Mac had that effect. “I don’t think the girls on the side of the house heard you. Maybe try speaking up next time.”

He glanced at the group of giggling women huddled by the fence. “They heard me just fine. Don’t forget your promise to Eva. She’ll be pissed if you scare off her new roomie, and she’ll definitely take it out on me.”

She would. Mac was Eva’s favorite target. Like every other person she liked, Eva was protective of her roommate. She’d made all of us promise to be nice. I hoped whoever it was lived up to Eva’s expectations.

“I haven’t forgotten, but what are we going to do if the new girl turns out to be a bitch?”

Mac laughed. “You think Eva can’t handle a bitch on her own? She’s been a cheerleader for most of her life, and she runs those squads. Besides, Eva handpicked this girl.”

“I just don’t want to get involved with some roommate squabble when we need to be focused on the season.”

Mac rolled his eyes and dragged me down the walkway. “Multitask. Like now. You can have funandmake sure Duke doesn’t crash through the screen door again.”

I groaned. “Duke is here?”

“Where else would he be?”

My head started to pound with the music as we approached the house. Duke was new on the defense this year, a monster on the field, but a teddy bear off. Heloved to party like Mac loved Wonder Woman—with a single-minded devotion topped only by football. For such a big guy, he couldn’t hold his liquor for shit.

Eva could drink him under the table. Though in fairness, Eva could probably drink most of us under the table. Her metabolism was insane.

If Duke was inside, he was probably already drunk and leaving a jolly path of destruction behind him. Sometimes, I missed the days when D was captain and all I had to do was throw a ball.

I stretched my neck from side to side, trying to relax my stiff shoulders. “I hate this.”

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