Of course he will.
I probably smell like sex and have a wicked case of bedhead. Plus, there’s the whole sneaking out of the townhouse at the ass crack of dawn, doing the walk of shame.
Well, maybe not shame, because there’s not an ounce of that in my body right now.
What Coop and I shared was amazing.
Reid cocks his head and peers around me. “Are you a friend of Parker’s?”
“No.”
His brows shoot up, transforming his face into a mask of surprise. “Vaughn?”
“Um, no.”
Reid’s surprise turns to suspicion, and his jaw hardens. “Did you sneak in? Do I need to call campus security?”
“What? No.” This is getting really awkward. Maybe I can just—
“Bruh.”
I spin to see DJ Parker—sans shirt—scratching the back of his head as he looks me over. Vaughn is right behind him, his giant body filling the doorway to the living room and blocking my only escape route.
Dang. They’re stealthy for big dudes. I didn’t even hear them approach.
“Is this another one of Coop’s stalkers?” Parker asks, stepping around me and grabbing the bottle of juice off the counter. “Cuz it’s too damn early for that shit.” He turns to me. “No offense.”
“None taken.” Heat floods my cheeks. Is this some kind of joke? “I’m not a stalker.”
Parker smirks. “Yeah, that’s what they all say.”
“All?” I can’t even hide my disbelief. This is too freaking weird. I mean, I knew Coop lived with other players, but meeting guys I’ve only ever seen on tv or online with no goddamn panties is not how I pictured this morning going. “You mean this has happened before?”
“So you admit you’re a stalker?” Parker glances at Vaughn. “You’re getting all this, right?”
Vaughn just shakes his head, a gesture that’s twice as intimidating given his massive beard.
“No. I just meant…” I turn to Reid, but his face is impassive.No help there. “You can’t be serious. Do I look like a stalker?”
“That’s the thing, isn’t it?” Parker opens a cabinet and pulls out a glass. “No one looks like a stalker.” He pauses, like he’s actually considering it. “Except that weird dude with the knit cap who hangs out on the corner of College Ave and Pullman. That dude definitely has a stalker vibe.”
“Marty?” Vaughn asks, moving to lean against the counter.
Parker rolls his eyes like we’re all sharing some inside joke. “Of course Vaughn knows his name.”
“What?” Vaughn frowns. “He’s a good dude. Just down on his luck. I bring him sandwiches sometimes.”
Parker’s right. It’s too early for this crap.
“Um, can we just?” I gesture toward the door. “You know what? I’m going to go.”
I make it all of two steps.
“Not so fast.” Reid plants his hands on his hips. “You still haven’t told us how you got in.”
Un-freaking-believable.
Clearly the universe is trying to make up for lost time since last night was disaster free. It’s the only explanation for the fact that every single of one of Coop’s roommates is in this kitchen grilling me instead of sleeping off a hangover.
