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I stifled a grin as I typed my response. Flip?

I hate you.

I don’t think you do.

There was a long pause before the bouncing dots started up and his response appeared. I liked dancing with you.

Oh, now I know who this is. Roger, right?

He fired back. Who the hell is Roger?

I laughed, having way too much fun at Jordan’s expense.

Fine. I see how this is going. Just wanted to make sure you got home ok.

My belly rippled like it had so many times before when I’d hoped his concern for me meant something more. I did.

Alone?

I snickered. Alone.

Night Em.

Night Jordan.

I tossed my phone down and fell back on my pillow.

I was so screwed.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Grady

Monday afternoon, Sabrina and I sat in the dining hall by the window overlooking campus.

“You guys looked good out there Saturday,” she said. “Even Caden said so, and we know how he feels about you.”

“He said that?” I asked, trying not to sound too surprised my ex-QB checked out our game and thought we looked good.

“He told Finlay. He wanted to know what Flip’s doing to get you to protect him and the guys so well.”

“What’d she tell him?” I asked, before sucking down a mouthful of soda.

“You’re after Flip’s girl.”

A spray of soda shot out of my mouth.

It would have covered Sabrina had she not moved to the right. “Grady!”

“Shit. Sorry.” I grabbed a handful of napkins and wiped up the mess between us on the table.

“I’ve thoroughly lost my appetite,” she grumbled.

“Why’d you tell her to tell him that?”

“It’s the truth, isn’t it?” Sabrina asked.

I dodged her eyes. “First of all, she’s not Flip’s girl.”

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