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Kenzie says, “Paige.”

“What? It’s a fun fact.” Paige shrugs.

Kenzie just shakes her head at her. “Why are you like this?”

“Whose number?” Koda asks.

“The guy he punched,” Paige says, pointing at Nash.

The whole table stops again. Bianca’s glass goes down. Koda’s fork stops halfway. Rafe, who hasn’t looked at anything but the door since we sat down, turns his head and looks straight at me for the first time all night.

“Greeley?” Koda says.

“That’s his name?” I ask.

“That’s his name,” Koda says, and starts laughing, and it isn’t a nice laugh.

“What?” I ask.

“Nothing! It’s great. It’s a great development.” He raises his eyebrows all the way at Nash. “Isn’t it, Kennebeck?”

Nash drinks his coffee.

“He was nice to me,” I say, and I hear how weird and defensive it sounds, and I say it anyway, because somebody at this table should. Then I can’t help myself. I continue, “You want to know what happened tonight? My friend used my name to get a guy’s number, and then Koda announced it to an entire kitchen, and then everyone I came with stood there and watched me look like an idiot. And apparently told you all my business on top of it. The one person who came over and asked if I was okay was him. He got me out of that kitchen. He took me to the back and got me a drink and asked me what my major was, like a normal human.”

Kenzie says quietly, “That is pretty normal.”

Nash sets his mug down. “He’s not nice.”

It’s the first full sentence he’s directed at me all night, and it’s flat. He finally looks at me across the table, and he takes up the entire thing, honest to God.

I laugh at him. “Oh. Okay. Because he’s such a bad person, and that’s why you hit him.”

“Yeah.”

“Not because of some egotistical hockey shit you guys have going on with the team.” I don’t know where that comes from, but it comes out fast. Declan didn’t say a word to me about hockey, but it’s obvious that’s what it was about. “I sense that you’re the asshole in this situation.”

Something happens in his jaw.

“You’re gonna wanna take that back,” Koda says. “Nash isn’t the bad guy here.”

“I don’t care,” I say, glaring at him across the table.

“I’m serious,” Koda warns with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You need to get your facts straight before you open your mouth.”

I snap, “Says the guy who just opened his mouth about my breakup.”

Koda grins like I’ve complimented him.

I turn my glare on Nash. “You’re not going to defend yourself?” I ask. “Because I’m right, aren’t I?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t care what you think.”

I laugh, and it isn’t pretty.

Nash picks his coffee back up.

That’s so annoying, so unsatisfying, and so deliberate that I’d rather he yelled at me. At least then I’d have something to do with my hands.