Page 103 of Even Exchange

Theo waves him off. “She’ll thank me for it. Noah’s style is game day chic.”

“Hey,” I say, shoving him. “I have style.”

“Yeah, but Charlie goes to these things all the time because of her mom,” Theo points out.

My stomach sinks. “I hadn’t considered that.”

“Exactly, so it needs to be better than anything she has in her closet,” Theo says. “Let me take care of this, and you focus on you.”

“I want it to be a gift fromme,” I say, brow cocked.

“How about you let this bemygift toyou,” Theo says. “I promise you’ll thank me.”

“Well, pick something that can be overnighted,” I remind him. “The gala is tomorrow.”

I curse myself for being so indecisive, but I wanted to make sure it was something she’d love, and before I knew it, it was Thursday.

“You got it, Cap.”

We arrive at my cabin, and I open the door, let the guys inside, and shut it behind me. I walk directly into Theo’s back as he and Elijah stand, unmoving.

“Nope.” Elijah spins around, staring at the wall.

My eyes dart past him to where a very naked redhead is sprawled out on my bed, smiling at us.

I divert my eyes and open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

“Should we… go?” Theo asks hesitantly.

“No,” I say at the same time Hannah says, “Or you could stay.”

There’s no way I’m being left alone with this woman.

“Why are you in my room?” I ask, my question directed at Hannah while my gaze burns a hole into the wall, ensuring I look anywhere but at her.

“I saw you at practice earlier, and you looked like you could use a little stress relief,” she replies, unmoving from my bed.

The same bed Charlotte and I sleep in.

The same bed where she moans my name, over and over and over.

The same bed where I have to remind myself that none of this is real with her taste on my tongue and my name on her lips.

“You need to leave,” I tell her.

“Come on.” The bed squeaks beneath her as I continue my staring contest with the wall. “Your friends can join. I don’t mind being shared.”

“I don?—”

“What thefuck?” Charlotte’s voice has me whipping around to find her standing at the door. Jaw slack. Eyes bulging out of her skull. Her gaze finds mine, a question behind them. A plea. They jump past me to Hannah and finally settle on Elijah. Charlotte’s lips open and close. She shakes her head then flies out of the cabin, and my stomach drops.Shit.

“Get that woman out of my bed,” I tell them, not awaiting a response.

Charlotte’s already half a football field away, and I sprint after her. “Wait,” I call out, chasing her down the path as curious campers glance our way. “Please!”

“No!” she shouts, not looking towards me. “I can’t believe this,” she huffs as I catch up, jogging behind her.

“It’s not wh?—”

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