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If King’s head wasn’t filled with fucking cement, he would’ve realized how good he had it. If I was inhisplace, I would’ve spent every free second I had in June’s room. I would’ve been fuckingappreciative.
“There’s—” I stopped myself, fingers curling over the door.
June turned back, her green eyes soft. “What is it?”
The hesitation disappeared and I closed the door behind me. “Nothing. It doesn’t matter.”
Fuck. Him.
CHAPTER 37
JUNE
UNINVITED GUESTS
The busto Austin was moved up an hour, and I didn’t realize it until I checked the itinerary. After squeezing in my classes, I ran to cram the last of my stuff in my suitcase. Time to enjoy a week of debauchery with my best friends from the Romans.
I should’ve been excited. Or more excited than I was. Last year, getting to travel with the guys was the highlight of my college experience. Drinking games in different cities, dressing up with King for posh events, making memories together as a family, I loved every second.
Now…
The social media posts for the Gladiators were on a schedule and I couldn’t be as attentive to the numbers. We were finally getting traction. How could I stop that progress? The new t-shirts were coming in and I couldn’t wait to show the guys but that would have to wait until Cleo and I returned. And the Colo was finally coming together!
I just…it wasn’t a good time to leave.
Yet I missed my Romans friends so much and this was a big step to repairing the distance I created. Back to the June before, butbetter. A June who could handle everything, who wouldn’t collapse again.
Mentally checking off my packing list, I walked out of the elevator to the second floor and paused at the sight of a pretty girl. That wasn’t out of the ordinary—pretty girls who could do better flocked to the hockey team—but something about this was different. She didn’t have a dress on from the night before and she looked upset, her eyes shining with tears.
“Hello?” I got her attention. “Do you need help?”
Her skin was so pale, it was almost translucent, and she was model-tall like my friend Piper, with dark curls down her back. She bit her lip. “Do you know where Bear is?”
“Bear?” I repeated.
Footsteps followed from the hallway. “Where’s Bear?”
I didn’t recognize the girl but once I sawhim,I froze. Wade Kérouac. He looked so much like the girl, except way more muscular.
Wade.
Paisley.
My heart crashed against my ribcage. The two people who fucked my roommate over werehere. The lawyers said most cease-and-desists made the problem go away. I didn’t think it’d be like flashing a beacon.
Wade and Paisley were here because ofme.
The resolution gripped me like a vise. I couldn’t let the Kérouacs see our door. Our RA for the summer gave everyone hockey puck door decorations. I refused to let Bear tear ours down but now I mentally kicked myself. The decoration had our names on it.
“I don’t know how you snuck past the front desk, you aren’t allowed in this building,” I said, my voice sharp. “There’s a DNP placed against both of you. You’re trespassing. You need to leave. Immediately.”
Paisley flushed. “You don’t need to do anything drastic?—”
“Cut the shit.” Wade got into my space. “Where is he?”
I fumbled for my phone—the phone I left in my dorm to charge so it’d be at full battery for the bus.Shit.Wade got even closer, his glare prominent. This asshole thought he could push me around—and he probably could. He was beyond six feet tall. I had to be aware of the situation. I needed backup.
I hit the first door around the corner and Fridge opened it, eyebrows raised.
