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But seeing him again has me flustered.Why is he so goddamn attractive?

I’ve never seen him before this week. Given how long I’ve been here, I should know who he is.

As my eyes stay locked on him, I observe the way he looks around the space taking everything in. His face doesn’t show any type of emotion. He could love the place for all I know. Though I suspect he’s not impressed. I have no clue why I think that. Call it a gut feeling.

I’m so caught up in watching him, I don’t duck in enough time when his eyes manage to spot me. His study of the room is forgotten as he homes in on me and me alone.

“Um, got something to tell me?” Yaz asks me.

It takes more effort than I’d like to admit to turn her way. “Tell you what?”

“That Mr. Tall, Pale, and Fine-as-Fuck is yours. Or that he wants to be yours. I’m not sure if he’s made a move yet.”

“What — No! He’s not… I’m not…”

She laughs, pulling her arm free as she folds forward. “I’m sorry. You’re just the best to tease about this stuff. I didn’t really think you two were together. He looks like he wants to murder me and take you back to his bedroom for the night. The murder eyes are dangerously hot, even when my life is at stake.”

“You’re very, very wrong. Whatever look you’re getting is probably because the team already told him how awful I am. It’s not a jealousy thing,” I insist.

“I wish we had more time to place a bet on this. It would be fun to put smarty pants RoRo in his place for once.”

“More time?” I ask just as someone behind me goes, “Hello.”

Without turning, I already know whose voice it is. I’ve only ever heard him speak two words, yet the sound is ingrained in my fucking soul.

Yaz’s smile kicks up a notch as she tosses back her drink. “Oh! Would you look at that? I need another drink. Be right back, RoRo.”

I scowl at her as she shifts past me and walks away. Before I can move, another body slides into the empty space, though his is much larger.

“RoRo?” he asks softly, as if both testing the name and asking for conformation.

I shake my head. “Rodney. My name is Rodney.”

He smiles softly, just the corner of his cheeks tipping up. “Rodney,” he confirms, though he doesn’t say it like it’s new to him. It’s more like he just wants to hear himself say it out loud.

What the actual hell is happening right now?

CHAPTER6

Andry

I manage to avoid every party invite from the guys on the team throughout the week. They accept my excuses of needing time to adjust and wanting to get ahead on my work.

But when Friday creeps up, they don’t let me get away with anything anymore. Liam and his followers stop me in the kitchen when I come down to grab a quick protein shake before class.

“You’re coming tonight,” he tells me.

I raise a brow at him. “Coming where?”

We both know where he wants me to go. Still, I’m not going to blindly agree. I’m no pushover.

“Party. Sigmas are throwing one tonight. I don’t care if you only hit up one a week, you’re going to start being a part of this damn team. Don’t make me tell Coach you’re avoiding us. He’ll make you run drills.”

I scoff.Drills.Like that’s scary to me.

Is it worth it to keep pushing them away? We do have to work together on the ice this season. Pissing them off too much is going to be counterproductive.

Also, as much as I don’t mind drills, I’d rather earn them because of something I actually did, rather than because someone didn’t get their way.

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