Only three more days until my meetup with—
I really should’ve asked Frat Boy Yoda for his real name.
It’s not too late.
Nope. The plans are set. The last week and a half has been relatively disaster free, and I will not test the universe by asking for his name.
Besides, what difference would it make?
None.
I’m doing this. Finally. At The Wildcat Inn.
I have no clue how he managed to swing a room at The Inn on one of the busiest weekends of the year, but I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. A posh hotel room is certainly more appealing than a dirty Greek Row bedroom.
At least the sheets will be clean.
Because this is what my life has come to.
Maybe I should write up that little gem for Call-Me-David.
I snicker and I’m still laughing at my own joke when Noah returns with Cooper at his side.
At the sight of them, Jeremy, the Sig in the dunk tank, lets out a whoop of joy and shouts, “Get your ass up here, DeLaurentis! Your throne awaits.”
Without waiting for a reply, Jeremy climbs to his feet and scrambles down the ladder for the shift change, bone dry.
Cooper gives him a slow once-over and turns back to Noah. “Are you sure this is the best utilization of my skills? I think the kissing booth would better showcase my talents.”
Noah rolls his eyes. “Nice try. You get to skip meetings and pretty much every other Sig obligation because of football. The least you can do is support us and help raise money for the children’s hospital.”
“Childhood cancer,” I amend. Because apparently, I can’t help myself.
Both guys turn, noticing me for the first time.
Coop grins and lifts his chin in greeting, while Noah heaves a beleaguered sigh. Like I’m not doing him a favor by being here.
Siblings aresofun.
Coop jogs over to the dunk tank and drags a hand through the water. “Jesus. That’s cold.” He flashes Noah a wicked grin and shakes the water off his hand. “Maybe I could just make a donation instead?”
Why am I not surprised? I swear, the guy doesn’t take anything seriously.
“Worried about shrinkage?” I challenge. “Afraid it’ll ruin your image on campus?”
He smirks and plants his hands on his hips. “I’ve never had any complaints.”
“There’s a first time for everything.”
He swaggers toward me, stopping when we’re toe to toe. We’re so close I can feel the heat rolling off his body and when he speaks, the fresh scent of peppermint lingers on his breath. There’s fire in his eyes and as his gaze bores into me, the memory of our one and only kiss comes rushing back.
“Sweetheart, you could dip me in an ice bath and I’d still deliver.”
My breath hitches, and I open my mouth to respond, but no words come out.
I should not be attracted to Cooper DeLaurentis. He’s everything I despise in a guy. Cocky, controlling, thoughtful.
What?No.
