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him. “You’re already as naked as you need to be, dude.”

      Ollie glanced down at himself and grinned. No shirt. Shorts hanging low. Flip-flops. Nothing else. “You know damn well I could get more naked.”

      Unfortunately that was true. We’d shared a three-bedroom apartment in University Heights for the last three years. Within a week of living together, Ollie had said screw it to modesty. I’d seen the guy’s junk more times then I cared to even think about. He was graduating in the spring, as I should’ve been, and I was going to miss the idiot.

      “Ticket.” Jase nodded at my windshield.

      I sighed, looking over. A cream-colored slip of paper was neatly placed under my wiper. The parking lot was reserved for staff, but with the lack of parking around these parts, I helped myself to whatever spot I could find. “I’ll add it to my collection.”

      “Which is massive.” Ollie pulled a band off his wrist and tugged his shoulder-length blond hair into a ponytail. “So, party tonight at our place?”

      My brows shot up. “Huh?”

      Jase grinned as he folded his arms across his chest.

      “It’s a back-to-school party.” Ollie stretched, cracking his back as he yawned. “Just a little get-together.”

      “Oh God.”

      Jase’s grin spread, and I wanted to knock it off his face. The last time Ollie had had a ‘little get-together’ it had been standing room only in our apartment. Cops might have been involved.

      “Order some pizza. I need to get—” Ollie stopped midsentence and turned toward a curvy brunette walking past. In a blink of an eye, he ditched us and was dropping an arm around the girl’s shoulders. “Hey, girl, hey.”

      The brunette giggled, wrapping an arm around Ollie’s waist.

      I turned, raising my hands. “What?”

      “Lost cause.” Jase rolled his eyes. “That fucker has eyes in the back of his head when it comes to girls.”

      “Very true.”

      “How he gets laid on a regular basis is beyond me.”

      “It’s the greatest mystery in life.” I loped around the front of my truck, grabbed the ticket, and then opened the driver’s door. Heat blew into my face. “Damn.”

      Jase angled his body toward me. “What happened with you today? You didn’t respond to my text. Thought the FIFA hooked you in.”

      “Aw, did you miss me?” I tugged off my shirt, rolled it up, and tossed it into the truck.

      “Maybe I did.”

      Laughing, I grabbed my cap off the seat and shoved it on, shielding my eyes. “I didn’t know we were dating.”

      “My feelings are hurt now.”

      “I’ll buy you a beer next time we’re out.”

      “That works. I’m easy.”

      I grinned. “Don’t I know.”

      Jase laughed as he turned, hanging his arms over the side of the truck bed. The easygoing smile faded as he slipped a pair of sunglasses on. I knew that look. Nothing good came from it. Very few people knew just how shitty life could get for Jase. It was easy for everyone to assume otherwise, with how Jase was the go-to guy for fixing other people’s crap, including mine.

      I turned the air on and shut the door, then joined him at the side of the truck. The metal was hot against the skin of my underarms as I leaned in, stretching my calves. “What’s up?”

      One dark eyebrow rose above the rim of his glasses. “You heading to the gym or something?”

      “That’s what I was thinking.” I switched my legs, working out the kink. “You wanna go with me?”

      “Nah,” he said. “I’ve got to swing by the farm. Check on a few things.”

      “How’s Jack?”

      A wide smile broke out across Jase’s face, causing a young professor walking past the truck to trip in her heels. “He’s great,” he said, his tone light like it was always was when he talked about his brother. “Told me yesterday that when he grows up, he wants to be Chuck Norris.”

      I laughed. “Can’t go wrong with that.”

      “Nope.” He looked over, peering at me above his shades. “How you doing?”

      “Good.” I pushed back, smacking my hands off the rail. “Why you ask?”

      Jase raised a shoulder. “Just checking in.”

      Some days that comment pissed me off. Other days it did nothing. Luckily for Jase, it was one of those days when the shit just rolled off my back. “I’m not about to end up in a corner, whispering ‘forever’ anytime soon. It’s all cool.”

      “Good to hear.” Jase grinned as he backed off, his head turning toward where the young teacher had disappeared. “Party at your place, right?”

      “Why not?” I headed to the driver’s side. “Half the campus will be there I’m sure.”

      “True.” Jase pivoted around. “See you later.”

      I climbed into the cool interior and headed out of the parking lot. My lazy ass needed to get to the gym on West Campus, but my ass also wanted to get to the couch for a nap.

      Turning left at the stop sign, I passed the duplexes on the right as a football flew out one of the doors, smacking one of the guys in the back of the head. Laughing, I reached over for the—

      Something red caught my attention.

      My eyes were heat-seeking missiles, searching out the source, and hot damn. My gaze narrowed. Was that Shortcake?

      A tree obscured my view for a second and then she reappeared, the sun reflecting off the wide bracelet circling her wrist.

      Hells yeah, it was.

      I didn’t even think twice about what I did next. Grinning, I slid the cap around backward and hung a sharp right, blocking the road.

      Avery jumped back onto the curb, her big eyes going round. As I hit the button to the passenger window, rolling it down, her mouth dropped open.

      I grinned, happy to see that Shortcake had made it through her first day alive. “Avery Morgansten, we meet again.”

      She glanced around her, like she thought I might be talking to someone else. “Cameron Hamilton … hi.”

      I leaned forward, dropping an arm over the steering wheel. She looked damn cute standing there, fidgeting with her bracelet. “We have to stop meeting like this.”

      Biting down on that plump lower lip, her gaze dropped, zeroing in on my tattoo as she shifted her weight from foot to foot.

      Shortcake was definitely what I would categorize as awkward. Maybe it came from having a younger sister, because the need to make her feel comfortable rode me hard, but it seemed like fighting a losing battle.

      “You running into me, me almost running over you?” I elaborated. “It’s like we’re a catastrophe waiting to happen.”

      Silence.

      Try this one more time. “Where are you heading?”

      “My car,” she said, proving to me that she could speak. “I’m about to run out of time. She shifted her weight again. “So …”

      “Well, hop in, sweetheart. I can give you a ride.”

      She stared at me like I asked her to get in the back of my kidnapper van. “No. It’s okay. I’m right up the hill. No need at all.”

      “It’s no problem.” Never had met a female

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