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Her stunning green eyes narrowed slightly, her button nose scrunching up. “How do you know who my roommate is? Wait.Never mind. Who are you?”
Jasper ignored the beer that splashed all over his back after Blake spit it out in barely contained laughter. “Jasper.” He pointed to himself. “We met the other day, remember? We have English lit together.I asked about your study club.” Which was when he’d learned it was full and exclusive, and he wasn’t invited. He hadn’t cared. Hehadn’t actually wanted to join. He simply needed a fuckinginso desperately he was willing to give even library time a try.
“Right.” She sipped her water, taking a calculated step away from him. “Okay, still, how do you know who my roommate is? That’s, well, unsettling.”
“I know your roommate’s best friend.” Their encounter wasnotgoing the way he’d hoped it would. Blake was right, he sounded like a stalker to this poor chick. No one wants to nail their stalker, not in real life anyway. “Catherine?”
“Oh. You’rethatJasper. Delightful.” She sent him an altogether withering glance. Heknew whatthatone looked like too. Hegot them all the time from the females in his pack. “I’ll make sure to tell her you said hi.” She took another step away.
“Wait.”
She glared at him over her shoulder. “Yes?”
“I’m not a dick.” Her eyes went wide, as did his. As if they were both shocked at the words tumbling out of his mouth. “I mean, I didn’t like screw her over or anything.” Was that any better?Fuck no.
Callahan nodded slowly, her lips pursed. “Sure. Okay,Jasper. See you around.” She disappeared into the crowd before he could utter another ridiculous word.
“That was hilarious, and painful.” Blake patted him on the back. “Come on, buddy. Letme buy you a shot.” Jasper stuck out his bottom lip, resting his head on her shoulder, more than ready to drink awayCallahan’sswift rejection.
Two strikes, One more and he was out.
Chapter Two
Jasper
Jasper sat up, his sheets pooling around his waist, his head pounding. Slightly. He was a shifter after all. Hangovers never lasted long thanks to his ability to heal in his sleep. He had to hand it to Blake, that girl knew how to have a hell of a good time. She couldn’t drink him under the table, but Jasper was pretty sure if he weren’t a shifter with an unnatural metabolism, she’d come damn close.
“My mate is covered in bruises.”
Jasper wiped the sleep from his eyes, flopping back down onto his mattress as his best friend stepped into his room with a scowl on his face. Jealousy didn’t exist between the three of them, which was why Riley was so okay with Jasper and Blake hanging without him. He didn’t love it when Jasper put his hands on her, but there was no anger behind his growls. What did tend to irritate their sensible Riley was them getting too wasted and causing destruction of some form or another.
“Your mate decided to race me home, she tripped on the neighbor’s sprinkler.” He chuckled. “How in the hell did you land such a crazy chick?” Riley was calm, his personality put everyone around him at ease, like his aura exuded THC. Blake? She was a mini tornadofullof energy and blonde curls.
“Opposites attract.” Riley sat on the edge of his bed, tossing him a mini bottle of orange juice. “My mate acts a lot like my best friend.” He narrowed his eyes. “Apparently,I have a type.”
“Well, according to Blake, so do I.” Jasperopenedthe juice, drained it, and then threw the empty toward the trashcan next to his desk. “She’s a terrible wingman by the way.”
“Blake said,and I quote,‘Callahan handed Jasper his ass and it was epic.’”Riley got up, pulling the covers off Jasper and rolling his eyes at thesightof his bare dick. Jasper refused to sleep in clothes if he could help it.Riley knew what he was most likely getting an eyeful of themomenthe whooshed off those warm blankets. “Get dressed. Comewith me to the gym.”
He frowned, both at the thought of going to the gym so early and Blake’s assessment of his interaction with Callahan last night. At least she’d talked to him. Thatwas progress. Sure, she thought he was a fuck-boydickhead. But she knew who he was. Andif Captain Jack Sparrow had taught him anything, that mattered.
Obviously she wasn’t the type of chick he usually spent time with. Attention and flirty winks weren’t going to get him anywhere with the likes of her. That was okay. He’d step up his game. He’dput in the effort. Something about the ramrod straightness of her spine told himshe’dbe worth the effort. The repressed ones always were. Theytended to let go with a nice side of reckless abandon.
“Forfuck’ssake, cover your boner and let’s go.” Riley walked back past his open door, knocking on the wall on his way.
Jasperclimbed out of bed, grabbing his cell off the floor where he’d tossed it last night. He had her number. He hadn’t wanted to admit that to Blake after she’d already accused him of being a creep.He’d stolenit from her roommate’s bff.
He sighed, slipping on some basketball shorts. Texting her was either going to fix the situation or make her get a restraining order.
J:This is THAT Jasper.I swear I’m not stalking you. I just really need help if I’m going to pass my lit final. I’ve seen your grades. Youra genius. I was going to ask you last night at the bar, but you blew me off.
He shoved his cell into his pocket, pulling on a t-shirt on his way down the hall. He wasn’t sure if she would even text him back. Riley was waiting at the open front door, throwing him his tennis shoes and ushering him toward his truck. “What’s your hurry, bro? I woke up five minutes ago, and I’m hungry as fuck.”
“We’ll eat after, stop bitching.”
Riley climbed behind the wheel, backing out of the driveway asJasper’sphone vibrated in his pocket.
C:You’re*
