Oh, it’s happening.
Noah turns to Cooper, giving him the same WTF look he gave me seconds ago.
“She’s your sister.” Coop shrugs, like this is a perfectly normal conversation, which,spoiler alert: it’s not. “If she’s meeting random dudes, she should at least tell someone where she’s going and who she’s meeting.” The cocky jockhole winks and adds, “Safety first.”
“Yeah,” I huff, piling on the sarcasm. “I’ll bet you’re a real safety guy.”
Noah’s head swivels, his gaze ping-ponging between Coop and me, before he announces, “I’m getting coffee. I need caffeine to deal with this mess.”
Pretty sure the mess he’s referring to is me, but I don’t even care because he turns on his heel and heads for the counter.
Thank you, sweet baby Jesus.
Unfortunately, Cooper doesn’t follow.
Maybe if I ignore him, he’ll go away.
I reach for my muffin, but Coop gets there first, snatching the whole darn thing.
“Hey!”
He lifts it to his nose and inhales deeply. “Is this pumpkin?”
Coop doesn’t wait for a reply, just takes a ginormous bite and grins down at me as he chews, a big ass smile on his face.
“You’re the worst.” I sigh. “Surely there’s someone else you can go annoy?”
He shrugs, and I swear to God, there’s a twinkle in his eye. “Turnabout is fair play, sweetheart.”
“In case you’ve forgotten,” I say, crossing my arms, “I never agreed to play this messed up game.”
My life is enough of a trainwreck without him interfering at every turn.
“Damn.” Coop heaves a beleaguered sigh, but I don’t miss the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “And here I thought we were friends.”
“Friends share.” I arch a brow and stare pointedly at the muffin.Mymuffin.
“Exactly.” He tears what’s left of it in half and offers me the larger piece. “Which is why I figured you wouldn’t mind if I sampled the goods. You know, since last time youaccidentallytook mine.”
It was no accident and we both know it, but I just smile up at him with wide-eyed innocence and take the proffered muffin.
“So.” He shifts his weight and adjusts the bag slung over his shoulder. “Have you given up your mission or should I expect to see you at Sig Chi Saturday night?”
I open my mouth to give a snarky reply, but Coop’s words echo in my head.
Turnabout is fair play.
The cocky cockblocker—try saying that three times fast—has blocked me twice now.Twice. Surely, he doesn’t expect me to just take it lying down?
No freaking way.
If the arrogant jockhole wants to play dirty, it’s game on.
I smile sweetly at Coop, meeting those gorgeous blue eyes head-on. “I guess you’ll find out Saturday night.”
18
COOPER
