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Interesting.

Before he could answer, Daniel suddenly appeared from nowhere looking stressed as usual.

“Great,” he said, seeing us. “You found each other.”

“I was trying not to,” I muttered.

Daniel ignored me completely.

“Rowan’s officially covering the team this semester,” he told Mason. “Practices, interviews, travel pieces. Full access.”

Mason’s eyes stayed on mine.

“Full access?” he repeated slowly.

Something about the way he said it made heat crawl up my neck.

I immediately hated that.

Daniel nodded. “Try not to kill each other. I need this feature published.”

“No promises,” I said.

Mason smiled without humor this time.

“Yeah,” he said quietly.

“Neither do I.”

Two

CHAPTER TWO

MASON

Rowan Hayes looked at me like she wanted to put my head through drywall.

Which, unfortunately, was doing something for me.

“Stop smiling like that,” Eli muttered beside me once she disappeared into the crowd.

I grabbed the beer someone shoved into my hand.

“Like what?”

“Like you found a new bad decision.”

Across the kitchen, Rowan was talking to Serena near the staircase, one hand moving while she argued about something. Black leather jacket. Dark hair falling over one shoulder. Meanest fucking eye contact I’d seen in months.

She glanced over.

Caught me looking.

Didn’t look away immediately.

Interesting.

Jace slid up beside me already grinning. “Oh, you’re screwed.”