Page 38 of Mine to Take

This isn’t the first time my mind has conjured her up and played tricks on me. It’s happened more than once on campus. From the corner of my eye, I’ll catch a flash of long blonde hair. When I pause to study my surroundings, there’s no one in sight.

Of course there isn’t.

She doesn’t attend Western.

She’s an East Town student. At least, that’s my assumption.

Other than what she likes in bed, I know nothing about her.

As loathe as I am to admit it—even privately to myself—that’s become a major issue.

All these sightings are starting to drive me a little crazy.

More than anything, I wish she’d turned out to be a forgettable lay.

Unfortunately, nothing could be further from the truth.

“Hey, man, it’s good to see you again. Twice in one week. How lucky is that?”

Knocked from the tangle of my thoughts, I lock gazes with River Thompson.

Great.

Just the asshole I didn’t want to see.

From what I understand, Hayes and River went to high school together and played on a couple of the same travel hockey teams while growing up.

They’re still friendly.

We’re not.

And never will be.

I open my mouth to unload when a glint of silver at the base of his throat snags my attention. My gaze zeroes in on the chain hanging around his neck, and I swallow down the sharp words.

What the fuck?

It looks suspiciously similar to the one that was left behind in my bed.

Instead of a W, there’s an R pendant hanging from the necklace.

Was the jewelry a gift from him?

If that’s the case, then the little ray of sunshine I slept with can’t be one of his bunnies.

It’s so damn tempting to pull out the necklace with the W pendant from beneath my T-shirt and show it off.

Can you imagine the look on his face if he discovered that I fucked his girl—a few times?

It would be the sweet justice he deserves.

Or maybe I should share how responsive she’d been in my arms.

Even remembering the way she’d come undone has me dragging a hand through my hair and swearing under my breath.

His narrowed gaze stays fastened to mine as he shifts, straightening to his full height. “What’d you say, McKinnon?”

A silent war erupts in my head. As much as I want to throw her in his face and gloat, I keep it to myself.

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