Page 15 of Triple Play
“Liar.”
The word hits differently coming from him than it did from Grant. Lighter. Playful instead of painful.
“You don’t know me,” I say.
“Not yet.” He starts walking backward, still facing me. “But I’m a quick learner.”
Then he turns and jogs to catch up with Wyatt.
I stand there for a moment, processing.
No overnight guests. No sex. Stay in my lane.
I’m going to break every single one of those rules.
Not because Jordie dared me to. Not because Grant told me not to.
But because I came here to take control of my life.
And nobody—not Carol, not the university, and definitely not Grant freaking Wilder—gets to tell me what I can and can’t do with my body.
I pull out my phone. Text Sarah.
Me: First day at Crestmont. Already signed a contract promising not to fuck my roommates.
Her response is immediate.
Sarah: How many roommates?
Me: Three.
Sarah: How hot?
I look down the path where the guys disappeared. Grant’s broad shoulders. Wyatt’s lean frame. Jordie’s golden boy energy.
Me: That’s not relevant.
Sarah: That’s not an answer.
Me: I’m hanging up now.
Sarah: YOU’RE NOT ON THE PHONE
Me: You know what I mean.
I shove my phone in my pocket and head toward my first class.
Advanced anatomy. The universe has a sense of humor, apparently.
Time to prove I belong here.
Even if my roommates are determined to make me forget why I came.
CHAPTER FOUR
THROUGH THE WALL
Wyatt
