“Okay, that has to be your brother. He looks just like you.”
I nodded, watching him throw his arm around the girl beside him. “Yeah, that’s Danny. You’ve seen pictures of me with him, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, but he looks…differentin person. You guys have really good genes. Just saying.”
“Uh…thank you?”
“And who’s the one with all the tattoos?” She pointed.
My furrowed brows loosened. “That’s Milton—er, Tic. The drummer.”
“He’s got that bad-boy look going for him. I like it.” Her eyes danced.
Little did she know, he was the innocent one in the group. I had only known Lexie for a day, but I already had my suspicions about her and her innocence.
“You didn’t tell me your brother and all his friends were so good-looking. Even Lexie is hot. And you’re living under the same roof as all of them?”
“Well, everyone, except Nikko. He’s got his own place.” I ran my fingers through my long, wavy hair, growing bored with the conversation of my apparently gorgeous new roommates.
She wasn’t wrong though. I didn’t think they would have made it this far with their talents alone if they’d all looked like a bunch of ogres.
Interest flickered across her face. “Hmm. Independent and financially stable. I like that. Where’s the other one? Liam, right? The asshole?” She began to scan the room, searching for more prey to feast her eyes upon. “Is he hot? I bet he’s hot. The mean ones always are.”
I stared at her for a moment. “Are you in heat or something?”
Her eyes shot back to me. “Screw you!”
I grinned. “Down, kitty.”
“Am I the hot asshole you’re referring to?” Liam’s voice came from behind me.
I took another sip of my beer to help ease the ice crawling up my spine and spun to face him. “Liam…hi. This is my best friend, Nina. Nina, Liam.”
“Hi!” she screeched, looking mortified but also distracted by the sight of him.
Liam raised his chin at her, but his impassive stare immediately found mine again.
Nina’s voice lowered to her normal register as she began to apologize. “I’m sorry. I must’ve gotten the name mixed up. She was probably talking about a Luke or Levi or—”
“You were correct the first time,” I affirmed, almost holding my breath when I finished.
His pink lips curled up at my honesty. He took a step closer to me when the bartender handed him his drink.
“What are you doing here, Avery?” He didn’t look at me when he asked.
“Lexie invited me.”
Liam glanced over at the rest of the group.
Lexie waved and then gave him the middle finger.
“Of course she did,” he mumbled.
I took a step into his line of vision. “Is that a problem?”
He seemed to grow uncomfortable with my boldness and began to watch the woman approaching the microphone. “Just doesn’t seem like the kind of place you’d hang out.”
I snarled in annoyance. “You haven’t seen me in years. How do you know where I’d hang out?”
