“Just Wednesdays,” I correct. “Besides, it’s hump day. It’s a perfect fit.”
“Oh really? Because this is what you get.” He shakes his head into the boisterous crowd.
“Can’t you look on the bright side? Pretend each one of these people has a dollar sign on their face. That ought to take the edge off the misery.”
“They suddenly look better.”
“Thought so.”
“Damn, they’re attractive,” he smears it with sarcasm. “You know we’re about to break fire code.”
“Relax, we’re not there yet.”
Cole struts up and knuckle bumps the two of us. We haven’t spoken since the incident. Not that I hadn’t tried to start up a conversation or two, he just simply left the room whenever I opened my mouth.
“You giving beer away again?” He nods over to Holt.
“That’s probably my brother’s genius plan for Thursdays,” Holt smirks, handing him a tall amber bottle. “I was just telling him we’re pushing the fire code.”
“Dude.” Cole slaps me over the shoulder. His eyes settle on mine, filled with a mixture of desperation and hurt. “Baya’s my sister. You know what that means right?”
I swallow hard because I’m pretty sure it means I lose my balls in some inglorious manner.
He closes his eyes a moment. “It means you’d better take care of her, or I’m coming after you hard. She means everything to me, and if you break her heart, I’m going to have to break your balls.”
“Got it.” A barely-there smile starts on my lips as I resume my normally-scheduled breathing. “I’m not hurting Baya, ever. She’s got my heart. All of it.”
Cole tweaks his brows before doing a double take at the door.
“Five alarm redhead, coming this way.” He slides his drink toward Holt as if disowning it.
I glance back to see Baya and Laney with Roxy Capwell.
Baya comes in and slips her arms around my waist, giving me that sweet smile I’ve waited all day to appreciate. I land my lips over hers and a hard swat lands over my shoulder.
“Dude, try not to manhandle my sister.” Cole looks resigned to the fact we’re going to ignore him.
Baya glances up at the ceiling. “Laney, Roxy, please find a pool of sorority girls and throw my brother in.”
“Not so fast.” Laney gets a wicked gleam in her eye. “Cole have you met Roxy Capwell?”
Roxy rolls her eyes at Laney’s attempt at matchmaking.
“Cole Brighton.” My womanizing ex-roommate steps in and takes up her hand, which reminds me.
I pull Baya in and drop a kiss on her forehead. “You mind if I steal you away a minute?”
“I double dog dare you.” There’s a sexy as hell gleam in her eye that I’m accepting as a proposition.
I pull her behind the counter a moment. “I found a room for you.” A shit-eating grin struggles to break free, but I won’t give it.
“Really?” Her brows flex just the way I’ve seen Cole’s do a million times. “You’re too sweet, but Laney beat you to it. I’ll be rooming with her at Prescott. She blackmailed her old roommate into bunking with Jeanie.”
Crap. I blink a smile.
“So where’s the room?” She hikes her shoulders to her neck. “Let me guess. Alpha Chi wants to thank us for taking down the wicked witch of the East, and they’ve demanded I become their fearless leader?”
“Not quite.” I twist my lips as I pull her in close. “The guy next door moved to a different floor, so I took up the vacancy.”
