“It’s a good time.Trust us,” Dalton said.“Barbecue, beer, Little Rhos…”
“Little Rhos?”
“The ‘little sisters’ to the house.You know, because what’s a fraternity without hot girls?”Dalton waggled his brows.
“I think by definition, fraternity is guys.”I laughed.
“With an ancillary group of women who like to hang out exclusively with us.And we make sure the hottest and most fun ones want to be a part of our house.”Dalton ushered me through the door Taco held open.
“We’ve gotta change our shirts.Won’t be a minute,” Taco said as he walked down the hallway toward his room, the two of them leaving me on my own in the middle of the living room.
“Thought you were headed out to work on your project,” Dally said around a mouthful of sandwich as he wandered into the living room from the kitchen.
Pulling a face, I said, “Guess I’m going to some frat party.”
Dally swallowed and grinned.“Oh yeah.Their big cornhole tournament.”He stared at his sandwich, shrugged, ate about half of it in a bite, and said, “I forgot about that.Guess I’d better change my shirt.”
“Should I be changing my shirt?”
“Nah.It’s casual.But I got mustard on this when I was making my snack.”Then he too disappeared down the hall.
A few minutes later, Dalton and Taco reappeared, both wearing matching polo shirts with the SCR insignia on the breast and khaki shorts.VeryGQ.I glanced down at my Metallica concert T-shirt and cargo shorts and pulled a face.
“Seems I’m underdressed for this party.I should probably head on home.”
Right then Dally stepped into the living room wearing a Wildcats T-shirt and a pair of cutoffs.“You can ride with me, Cash.Let the frat rats ride together.”
My eyes darted between my teammates, the question apparently on my face.
“It’s a sanctioned SCR function, so we’re required to dress for the house,” Taco said.“Our guests can wear what they want.”
“If Bax shows up, no doubt he’ll be wearing something extra special.”Dalton smirked.
At the mention of our star middle linebacker’s penchant for rudely hilarious T-shirts, I finally relaxed.Guess I’d fit in at this party.Better than I did at the formal SCR bash back in February.
As soon as that thought invaded my mind, I ruthlessly beat it back.Thoughts of that party inevitably strayed to memories of the glorious moments I’d spent in the upstairs hallway kissing the hell out of the hottest girl I’d ever held in my arms.Then Dalton had interrupted, and she’d disappeared as though she’d been nothing but a fantasy.I didn’t know her name, and if I’d seen her anywhere on campus, I wouldn’t have had a clue since all I had to go on was blonde hair, snappy hazel eyes, and a killer body that I’d know by feel but not by sight.That damn electric-blue mask covering nearly all of her features had stolen away any chance I had to describe her to anyone who might know her.
Dalton excluded.
No matter how many sneaky tactics I’d employed to get a name out of him, he’d avoided every salvo, telling me my mystery lady preferred to remain a mystery.I’d just have to deal with it.Taco was no help either.If she’d wanted me to know who she was, she’d have told me.
Which totally sucked.
One brief moment with her had completely ruined me.Even though I’d hung out with a couple of girls since I arrived at Mountain State, none of them had turned me on as instantaneously or as intensely as my mystery lady.
From the way she’d known who Dalton was, even with his mask and suit on, I had the idea she might be one of the little sisters for the house.Maybe that meant she’d be at this end-of-the-semester party—and not be wearing a mask.Suddenly, the only place I wanted to be was at the SCR house.I hopped into the passenger seat of Dally’s truck as if we were in a race.
By the time we arrived, the party was picking up.The entire front yard was covered in rows of cornhole boards.The boys had set up a bar on the front deck, which appeared to be the hot spot for the ladies, who were either waiting on their drinks or standing along the rail holding their drinks as they heckled the players tossing bags on the lawn.
As we walked up the sidewalk, we spotted a couple of other Wildcats players and wandered over to them.
“Cash.Dally.Figured your roomies would rope you into helping their house win,” Bax said with a grin as we shook each other’s hands.
“You were right, Dally.I’m not underdressed at all,” I said with a smirk and a nod at Bax’s T-shirt.Today’s iteration read “Your shirt has to go.But you can stay.”
Dally rolled his eyes.“You have zero shame, Baxter.Zero.Shame.”
A devilish gleam lit Bax’s eyes as he sipped from his Solo cup.“With any luck, a certain purple-haired hottie I’m dating will take the hint when we go back to my place later.”
