“Yes, I saw him over there,” I say, pointing because I know he’s not looking at me. “He looks… busy, and I didn’t want to interrupt.”
Shelby sighs as she takes in the blonde rubbing her hand up Randy’s arm.
“Try not to be put off by that. Trust me, I completely understand, and so does Letti,” she says, nudging Letti’s shoulder. “Letti’s boyfriend is also majorly hot and a talented hockey player for the university. They’ve been together since high school, and girls know to stay clear of him.”
Letti nods in agreement, giving off that vibe—like if anyone even thinks about coming near her man, they’d better watch out.
“Yeah, well, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s single, hot, charismatic—and the quarterback. So of course, girls are going to swoon for his attention,” I say quickly, chancing another glance toward him. Another girl has joined the conversation, laughing at something he says. Of course they’re going to throw themselves at him at a frat party. The other day I couldn’t even get coffee with him at lunchtime without him being flirted with.
I quickly turn my head back as both Shelby and Letti give me a sympathetic look, watching the scene unfold behind me.
“Don’t worry about them. They are just talking, and he’s clearly not interested,” Letti says in reassurance.
“This is a stunning house,” I say, changing the subject.
Letti nods. “Yeah, we usually hang on the patio, but it’s a bit cool out tonight.” She shrugs. “Well, for Shelby,” she says, thumbing toward her.
“I’m from Queensland.” She shrugs. “I don’t know anything other than hot and bloody hot.” She smiles as she taps away at her phone.
Shelby is just as stunning as Letti. Her long blonde hair is straight and hangs free around her shoulders. Her blue eyes around those long dark lashes are studying her phone in a simple gray cotton dress she wears. It clings to her body and looks amazing, like an effortless model, and I can see how she drew the attention of the hot running back.
Just looking at them makes me rake my hands over my skirt, hoping I look okay. Nothing like being seated beside two drop-dead gorgeous girls to make you feel insecure. My clothes would have to be a few years old. I haven’t been shopping for myself in ages, especially not to go out partying. Every time I head to the store, I end up just buying more stuff for Sam…his stuff is so much more fun to buy.
“How many people live here?” I ask as I watch Shelby put her phone back in her purse.
“Eight, five football players and three hockey players. It used to be a fraternity house, I believe.” She looks around the large house.
“Now it’s just the eight boys who live here running amok,” Letti says as she watches over my shoulder.
“You made it?” A familiar masculine voice says, he crouches down and places a kiss on my cheek.
“I did.”
“Sam good?”
“Yeah, he’s asleep.”
“That’s good. Wanna walk with me?” he says, holding out his hand.
“Sure,” I say back as he reaches out taking my hand, shooting Shelby and Letti a wink. I wave goodbye to Shelby and Letti as they smile and wave back.
I let Randy lead me toward the game room. “Shelby texted you, didn’t she?” I ask once we are out of earshot.
“Uh-huh, she is always looking out for my best interests,” he replies, “but she shouldn’t have needed to. You should have come and said hi as soon as you got here.”
“I didn’t want to interrupt.”
“Don’t be crazy. I have been waiting all night for you to get here.” He smiles, holding my hand as we enter the room, and I realize it’s even bigger than I first thought, complete with another sitting area.
Seth sits in a single seat, his muscular arms almost ripping that poor shirt as he talks to a guy next to him.
“Hey, you made it!” Christian says to me as he leans up against the far wall. His shoulder isn’t in its usual sling, but you can see the dressing sticking out from the top of his white shirt. Dressed in blue denim jeans, he is a sight to behold.
I give him a quick nod and wave.
“You’re up, Seth,” Walsh yells. “I kicked Christian’s ass, so it’s your turn now.”
“Shut up. I was shot in the shoulder,” Christian fires back, his lips tipped up in a smirk of annoyance, “and now it’s irritating me all over again.” He moans as he rolls his arm around in slow, circular motions.
