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ass that I’m the bigger shit.  The dude thinks everything between us is a pissing match.  And normally, I’m more than happy to oblige and give him a run for his money…
    But that’s not going to happen with Ivy.  Until I get my head wrapped around her, she’s mine.  I’m calling dibs.
    The music is loud and people are laughing, talking, and shouting all around us.  I slide in besides Ivy before snaking an arm around her.  Finn blinks in surprise at my sudden arrival on the scene.  I can’t help but smirk in return.
    Sure, there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to see Ivy get messed up with Finn and then there’s another part that merely enjoys fucking with him.  Sometimes it really is the simple pleasures in life you have to take the time to enjoy.
    Finn’s eyes narrow at me before sliding angrily back to Ivy.  “Do you know this guy?”
    I almost grin but don’t, because even though I just rode to the party with this girl and had my arm wrapped around her, she’s blinking her eyes at me as if she doesn’t know who the hell I am.  Which would really make me look like some dipshit loser in front of Finn.
    And that is just not a risk I’m willing to take.
    So I pull her a little tighter against me before quickly cutting in, “Ivy and I have a class together.” Then I add a slow sly smile meant to get under his skin.  “And we also happen to be neighbors.”
    If it’s possible, his eyes narrow even further until they’re practically slits.  If the sudden tick in his jaw is any indication, then, yeah, I’m totally getting to him.
    “Well, that’s great but we’re having a private conversation over here.  So, why don’t you take off, King.  I’m sure there are a dozen groupie skanks waiting in line to get laid by the King of Campus.”
    Ivy flinches at his ugly words.
    My eyes drill into Finn’s as I ask Ivy in a tightly strung voice, “Is this guy bothering you, sweetheart?”
    The endearment has Finn’s entire face turning an ugly mottled shade of red like he’s on the verge of blowing a gasket.  I can’t say his reaction doesn’t please me.
    He nods his head towards the door.  “Let’s get out of here, Ivy, so we can talk without all this noise.”
    Over my dead body that’s happening.  Unconsciously my hold on her tightens.
    For the first time since I’ve slid my arm around Ivy, she finally speaks up.  “Now’s not really a good time, Finn.”
    Looking frustrated by her answer and probably by the fact I’m here with my arm around her, Finn grits out, “But you won’t return any of my calls or text messages.  How can we talk when you keep ignoring me?”
    Hmm.  That sounds suspiciously like they know each other.  And since Ivy just returned from a trip abroad that had her out of the country for more than a year, I’m guessing they must have had some kind of relationship prior to her leaving.
    Looking uncomfortable, she shifts from one foot to the other before finally saying, “We’ll sit down and talk this week, okay?  I don’t really want to get into it right now.”
    “Why not?”  His eyes darken as he continues staring at her.  “You suddenly part of King’s pussy posse?”
    Gasping, her eyes flare wide right before narrowing.  I would have thought her voice would be cutting and angry, like it was when she dealt with me today.  But it’s not.  She actually sounds hurt.
    “Is that really what you think of me, Finn?”  She waits just a beat before adding with a little more heat, “Because if you do, then I don’t understand why you’re trying so hard to get back together with me.”
    He has the good grace to flush before shaking his head.  Which is kind of hilarious, because Finn McKenzie is a big dude who tops out around six foot two and has broad shoulders.  Although I’m about six three and have broader shoulders.
    I’m just saying…
    Unfortunately what I’ve gleaned from this conversation has pretty much confirmed my suspicions