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So do you guys know a Harper there?”

I recognized this new tone from him. He was fucking with us, and not giving a damn, I ended the call.

“Do you—”

Nope.

I tossed the phone onto a pile of clothes, grabbed his hand, and tugged him back to bed. He needed those sweatpants off and right now.

“Okay, then.”

I laughed, my mouth finding his, and there were no more words shared.

CROSS

“Dickweed.”

Not this again.

I rotated on a pivot, my hand already up in the air. Blaise was coming in from behind me, and I grabbed him by his throat. The momentum of him coming to a stop, and I backed him up to a tree behind him. Slamming him against it, I was in his face. “Stop. Calling. Me. That.”

I’d been walking to class, not enjoying that I left Bren back at the house alone. Jordan left early this morning, and I knew he was hoping to get back either tonight or tomorrow sometime. With everything that happened yesterday, Brock thought it’d be a good idea if Bren took a leave of absence until the whole Red Demons thing was laid to rest.

Bren didn’t know when that would happen, so she was also not only taking a leave of absence, but she was studying for her bounty hunting license. So at least she wasn’t wasting her free time.

All that said, I was on edge.

I had two crew members out of town, one who wasn’t keeping in touch enough to make me feel comfortable, so the other had to go get him and bring him home, and then there was Bren who was home after dealing with some serious emotions. All that shit, and just my normal ‘brother’ anger was getting channeled into Dickweed right now.

His eyes opened. “Whoa.” He stiffened, then his hands were up and he shoved me back. It was a brief hit, almost like a pop, but I didn’t fight it. I let him go, stepping back, and my head lowered, but I kept my gaze on him.

We had a whole crowd around us.

He rubbed at his neck, reassessing me. “What crawled up your finger hole?”

“Don’t.” I stuffed my hands into my pockets because I wanted to hit him.

Badly.

Really badly.

He rolled his eyes, stepping away from the tree. “Yeah, yeah. Guess I had that coming.” Then, his bag was picked back up from where he dropped it, thrown over one shoulder, and he started for our class alongside me. “Girls’ night is tomorrow. Aspen’s going to call Bren herself, but I’m extending a reminder about what she said she’d do. Oh, and they’re planning on starting at Aspen’s dorm room. The RA’s a soccer groupie, so she lets Aspen do whatever she wants.”

I wasn’t surprised.

About any of that.

“Bren will do what she promised.”

“Good.” Then he looked around, making a big show of it. “Noticed your one boy’s been gone for a while. When’s Dickwit coming back?”

We stepped inside the building and I pushed him back out, grabbed the door and shut it in his face. Hitting the doorjamb, I flicked him off and backed away from the door, smiling.

Now I was in a good mood.

BREN

Cross: Girls’ night is tomorrow night. Aspen is going to call you. Blaise wants to make sure you’ll still do what you said.

Cross: What did you say you’d do?

Bren: I will and I just said I’d go for added protection for Aspen.

Cross: He’s worried about Harper?

Bren: Yes.

Cross: Harper was in class and sitting with his frat brothers. Blaise said it wouldn’t be that easy to get him kicked out of the frat.

Bren: Where was Zeke sitting?

Cross: Zeke didn’t come to class.

Bren: Interesting. Where did Blaise sit?

Cross: Right next to Harper.

Bren: I can only imagine…

Cross: It was pretty funny to watch.

Zellman: I’m bored.

Bren: Me too.

Zellman: Why are you bored? Miss you guys, by the way.

Bren: Miss you back. And I’m studying for my license test.

Zellman: That’s cool. You’ll be awesome at that. What’s the gossip there?

Bren: There’s too much for a text convo.

Zellman: Really????

Bren: Come back here. Will fill you in.

Zellman: J-dawg is supposed to be in class. Why’s he calling me?

Bren: Answer and find out.

Bren: Zellman?

Bren: Z?

Bren: Zellman?

Channing: Got word something’s happening. DO NOT GO ANYWHERE NEAR DAD OR ANY RED DEMONS! Stay the fuck away from your job, too, just to be safe.

Bren: Brock put me on LOA anyway.

Channing: Why are you on a LOA? What’s a LOA?

Bren: Leave of absence, and he thought I should stay away until the RD stuff settles, too.

Channing: That’s good then.

Channing: