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the after party destruction the following day. I was about two steps away from having OCD because I couldn’t function without orderliness in my personal space.
A few of the freshman chickies gave me the stink eye when I passed by. Especially when Tug Breckenridge shouted my name from across the yard and made a beeline toward me.
The brute picked me up, tossed me over his shoulder and sprinted with me hanging upside down like a chunk of meat. Tug shouted, “Lookit I found.”
I smacked Tug on the ass—not that he felt it. At six foot six and three hundred odd pounds the center for the ASU Sun Devils defined massive. Tug had a thing for me, which I didn’t exactly discourage. We flirted constantly but if I ever took him up on any of his outrageous suggestions, the man would blush as red as his uniform.
With my hair tangled in my face, I couldn’t see, so I smacked Tug again harder. “Put me down, brute.”
“Stop tickling me, Nevada.”
Nevada. Since Ky lived with two other McKays and was considered “the” McKay with his teammates, the rest of us had nicknames. Hayden was “Vader”, Anton “Cowboy” and I’d been saddled with “Nevada.” At least a few guys on the football team knew what the Sierra Nevada Mountains were.
Kyler said, “Put her down, Tug.”
“Man. Do I have to? She’s warm and soft and smells good.” Tug sighed and lowered me to my feet. He even brushed my hair out of my face; those gigantic mitts of his were surprisingly gentle. He grinned at me. “There’s the gorgeous face I was missing. Girl, where you been?”
“Out of town, sick, and trying to catch up.”
Hearing the word sick, Tug jumped back. “Whoa. Sick? Contagious kind of sick?”
“Not anymore.” I slowly sauntered forward. “Unless you wanna swap spit or exchange other bodily fluids.”
Just as I suspected, big, tough Tug…stammered and took off.
Behind me, a deep, sexy voice said, “I’ll test the bodily fluid exchange theory any time you want… Nevada .”
I whirled around and was face-to-face with Boone.
My heart leapt and my pulse rate quadrupled.
What was he doing at a college party?
What are you doing here? You’ve been out of college for two years.
Goddammit.
Boone had his sexy brooding face on. “Where’d your boyfriend lumber off to?”
The he’s not my boyfriend denial died on my lips. Instead I tossed out, “Probably to get me a beer.”
More of his dark-eyed stare.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
“Wish I could say the same.” He frowned at whatever he saw happening behind me. “This reminds me of that party we were at in high school. You remember.”
“I try not to think about that party, for so many reasons.”
Boone’s focus returned to my face. “I see it still doesn’t bug you to have hair stuck to your mouth.” He swept his thumb across the corner of my lips, loosening a few strands.
My lungs seized up. Boone used to do that all the time, usually while complaining that my spit had glue-like properties. That simple touch had seemed so intimate back then. It still did.
Then his questioning eyes were back on mine.
“What?”
“Why is it I get this close to you and I forget what the hell I wanted to say? Oh right, because you’re usually chewing my ass about something I already said or did wrong.”
I smiled. “You usually deserve it.”
He smiled back and I had that cartwheeling sensation again.
“Maybe you’ll get lucky and meet someone who doesn’t annoy you like I do.”
“You don’t annoy me, Sierra. You frustrate me, but that’s another conversation.”
Not going there. “Have you met many people?”
“This chick asked if I was in her art history class. I said no and she still hung around.”
Well yeah, have you looked in the mirror lately? “Some girls only come to these parties to bang a football player. And before you piss me off, no, that’s not the reason I went to jock parties.”
“Tug is the exception?”
“Tug
A few of the freshman chickies gave me the stink eye when I passed by. Especially when Tug Breckenridge shouted my name from across the yard and made a beeline toward me.
The brute picked me up, tossed me over his shoulder and sprinted with me hanging upside down like a chunk of meat. Tug shouted, “Lookit I found.”
I smacked Tug on the ass—not that he felt it. At six foot six and three hundred odd pounds the center for the ASU Sun Devils defined massive. Tug had a thing for me, which I didn’t exactly discourage. We flirted constantly but if I ever took him up on any of his outrageous suggestions, the man would blush as red as his uniform.
With my hair tangled in my face, I couldn’t see, so I smacked Tug again harder. “Put me down, brute.”
“Stop tickling me, Nevada.”
Nevada. Since Ky lived with two other McKays and was considered “the” McKay with his teammates, the rest of us had nicknames. Hayden was “Vader”, Anton “Cowboy” and I’d been saddled with “Nevada.” At least a few guys on the football team knew what the Sierra Nevada Mountains were.
Kyler said, “Put her down, Tug.”
“Man. Do I have to? She’s warm and soft and smells good.” Tug sighed and lowered me to my feet. He even brushed my hair out of my face; those gigantic mitts of his were surprisingly gentle. He grinned at me. “There’s the gorgeous face I was missing. Girl, where you been?”
“Out of town, sick, and trying to catch up.”
Hearing the word sick, Tug jumped back. “Whoa. Sick? Contagious kind of sick?”
“Not anymore.” I slowly sauntered forward. “Unless you wanna swap spit or exchange other bodily fluids.”
Just as I suspected, big, tough Tug…stammered and took off.
Behind me, a deep, sexy voice said, “I’ll test the bodily fluid exchange theory any time you want… Nevada .”
I whirled around and was face-to-face with Boone.
My heart leapt and my pulse rate quadrupled.
What was he doing at a college party?
What are you doing here? You’ve been out of college for two years.
Goddammit.
Boone had his sexy brooding face on. “Where’d your boyfriend lumber off to?”
The he’s not my boyfriend denial died on my lips. Instead I tossed out, “Probably to get me a beer.”
More of his dark-eyed stare.
“I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”
“Wish I could say the same.” He frowned at whatever he saw happening behind me. “This reminds me of that party we were at in high school. You remember.”
“I try not to think about that party, for so many reasons.”
Boone’s focus returned to my face. “I see it still doesn’t bug you to have hair stuck to your mouth.” He swept his thumb across the corner of my lips, loosening a few strands.
My lungs seized up. Boone used to do that all the time, usually while complaining that my spit had glue-like properties. That simple touch had seemed so intimate back then. It still did.
Then his questioning eyes were back on mine.
“What?”
“Why is it I get this close to you and I forget what the hell I wanted to say? Oh right, because you’re usually chewing my ass about something I already said or did wrong.”
I smiled. “You usually deserve it.”
He smiled back and I had that cartwheeling sensation again.
“Maybe you’ll get lucky and meet someone who doesn’t annoy you like I do.”
“You don’t annoy me, Sierra. You frustrate me, but that’s another conversation.”
Not going there. “Have you met many people?”
“This chick asked if I was in her art history class. I said no and she still hung around.”
Well yeah, have you looked in the mirror lately? “Some girls only come to these parties to bang a football player. And before you piss me off, no, that’s not the reason I went to jock parties.”
“Tug is the exception?”
“Tug
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