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Holden smiles. “Good.”
“Who is he?”
“He considers himself an entrepreneur. Drugs and—”
“Gambling?”
“Apparently, yeah. Finn crossed paths with him a few times.”
“Finn does drugs?”
“He experimented some. And I’ve heard about Nelson from a few other guys. He has a reputation for bottom-feeding. Trying to talk guys into point-shaving. Shit like that.”
“What if he bothers you again?”
He shrugs as we reach the car, appearing unbothered by the prospect. “What if he does?”
“He seems…I don’t know. Shady. Slimy.”
Holden smirks. “I wasn’t going to start anything just now. But I can take care of myself, flower. They were lucky you were there. If they bother me again, they’ll regret it.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-TWO
HOLDEN
Finn is standing out on the front porch when we walk up the path toward the front door of his frat house.
“Hey, you guys made it!” He grins like he didn’t just call me five times and text me ten, asking how soon we were showing up.
“Just happened to be in the neighborhood,” I say.
The front door opens again, and Harrison steps out.
I had no idea he’d be here, and I’m not sure how to feel about it.
Cassia heads inside with Finn after casting me a worried, warning glance. I linger on the porch and Harrison stays out here too.
Finn doesn’t seem to notice how Harrison remains outside with me, happy to show Cassia around, which makes me think Harrison hasn’t mentioned to him why this might turn physical.
Whatever. Harrison’s news to share.
This is the first time I’ve seen Baker since finding out he slept with my sister. Remnants of adrenaline buzz in my veins. Maybe I should have punched Nelson the second he stepped toward me. It would have been a hell of a lot more effective than talking him out of starting shit, and it might be easier to keep from using my fists now.
Harrison exhales, facing me as soon as the door shuts. “Go for it, Adams. I know you’ve been dying to deck me for years.”
I don’t move. Don’t correct him, because he’s right.
But I’m not going to punch him, no matter how satisfying it would be to. It won’t change anything that happened. Won’t help Sydney. “My fuckingsister, Baker?”
Harrison flinches. “I know.”
“No, you don’t. She was supposed to go to London this semester. Did she tell you that? She was supposed to have this whole life, which youfucked upwhen youfucked her.”
“I made a mistake. You’ve made mistakes before.”
“This isn’t aboutmymistakes, which you’ve always been happy to point out. This is aboutyourmistake.”
“I’m taking responsibility, Adams. Whatever Sydney wants, I’m willing to do.”
