Page 47 of Chase Lovett Wants Me

“Well, good fucking job, buddy. She’s in there by herself with them.” He flings a hand in the direction of the house. “I’m sure they’ll be more than happy to introduce their drunk asses to her boobs.”

I grab the front of his shirt. “Why are you looking at her boobs?”

“I’m not looking at her boobs. She’s dressed to highlight her assets. Foryou, dumbass. Because you took her out on a date to spend time withher. And then you brought herhere.” He glances at my fist, which is still gripping his shirt.

I release him. “You think it was a bad idea.”

“It’s your first date and you’re choosing to end it at a party.”

We have another stare-down.

He connects the dots because I’m apparently an idiot. “Where everyone comes to hook up.”

“Shit.” I straighten and poke my cheek with my tongue. “Why are you here? Is this some kind of penance?”

“Gage was already half lit when he came up with the amazing idea. I don’t want him to get pass-out drunk and not make it to practice in the morning because then he won’t be able to play on Saturday and we need him. Of course, Mac disappeared a half hour ago and left me babysitting.”

“That makes sense.” And it’s a total Brody thing to do. And also, a Mac thing.

A girl I vaguely recognize drops into Brody’s lap and shriekshis name. She throws her arms around his neck. He looks like he’d rather be hugged by a grizzly bear.

“Are we finally going to hook up tonight?” she whines.

He tips his head back and cups her chin in his palm. “Sweetheart, you don’t want to hook up with me. I’m not the good time you’re looking for.”

She pouts. “You’re not?”

He shakes his head. “Now, you know my friend Gage?”

“The tall guy with the dark curly hair?” she asks.

“That’s the one. He’ll treat you right. I think he’s inside. You can tell him I sent you.”

“Okay.” She hugs him, hops off his lap, and stumble-runs toward the house.

“What the fuck was that?”

“I don’t even know.” He inclines his head toward the door. “Your girl might need saving.”

I follow his gaze. And a growl rips up my throat. Dougie, a second year and the douchiest guy on the team, is leaning against the sliding door, preventing Cammie from leaving the house. She looks uncertain and like he’s the last guy she wants to talk to.

“You’re so fucked.” Brody laughs. “Now go. And get her the fuck out of here. There are better places for her to meet our teammates.”

“See you later.”

“Hopefully not until tomorrow.”

I stalk across the lawn and shout, “Kitten, I have your drink!”

Cammie’s eyebrow lifts.

Dougie glances over his shoulder and frowns.

Cammie ducks under his arm and heads for me, mouthing,kitten?

But before she reaches me, some girl I’ve previously hooked up with comes rushing at me out of nowhere and throws her arms around me. Cammie’s drink hits the ground and splashes my jeans. Cammie stops halfway across the lawn, and the lookon her face reinforces Brody’s assertion that this was not the best place to bring her. I extricate myself from the girl who seems to have eight arms instead of two and tell her I have to go, closing the distance between me and Cammie.

I feel like I’ve fucked this night up epically.

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