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“Seriously?” Levi ground.
Tripp shrugged. “Just ‘cause you screwed up with Hughesy doesn’t mean she has to hate us by association.”
Ryan was behind Tripp. He smiled at me.
“Hey, Hughesy.”
“Hey, Ryan.”
“Enough chit chat,” Tripp interjected. “I’m starved.”
He turned me towards the carpark, past Levi whose heavy eyes held mine.
“We’ll catch you later, Cap.”
Maybe. I guess I was leaving that up to chance.
68. New Year’s kiss
Levi
When Tripp and Ryan walked into the kitchen, I ignored them, refusing to look up from my phone. I was so fucking mad at them both.
“Good lunch?” Will asked, playing peacekeeper.
“Mmhm,” Tripp answered. “Was good to see Hughesy again. I missed her.”
“What do you mean you missed her?” Ryan said. “You spoke to her everyday she was gone.”
My head snapped up. As if sensing my anger, Tripp took a big step back. I used to like the fact Tripp got along so well with Grace. Now, as much I hated to admit it, I was well and truly jealous.
“You knew she was coming back?” I growled.
Tripp nodded. “Whose idea did you think tonight’s scavenger hunt was? Hughesy ain’t that evil.”
Fucking dick. Ryan leant on the island, resting on his forearms.
“You gonna play along tonight?”
“I don’t have a choice,” I bit.
“You better win,” Tripp warned. “Being Grace’s friend will suck if I have to play nice with her football player boyfriend.”
My blood literally boiled at the thought.
“We’ll be around here tonight,” Ryan said, looking at me intensely. “Just in case you need to find us later and drown your sorrows.”
*
I checked the time. Twenty-four minutes until midnight. Shit. I'd searched every place all three of us had been together. Twice. I'd even driven to Ryker’s place earlier. As I’d turned the corner, I’d found myself slowing. The possibility of seeing their cars parked side by side had almost been impossible to face. Thankfully his car had been missing, and all lights were off. I’d broken the rules and checked other places, like all the parties I’d heard were happening tonight. But they’d been a waste of time. So had Lastlings. The place had been packed. It’d taken almost a full hour to do two laps. Grace’s name lit up my phone. I answered hurriedly. Her face filled the screen, blue eyes glistening as she grinned. We were clearly in opposite moods.
“Time’s running out, Holloway.”
I groaned. I was well aware.
“Can I have a clue?”
“That wasn’t part of the deal. If I give you a hint, I have to give Ryker one.”
