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"Why?"

His eyes practically bugged out "You think I can just go about my Saturday business, take in aif you and Lianne are going to end up roofied in some closet at a frat house?" In a rare fit of temper, Rafe delivered a swift kick to the foot of my desk chair Then he put his hands on his head and stared up at the ceiling "Sorry," he ed

"I prorumpier than I’d ever seen hi to make sure that you are"

I wondered what Lianne would have to say about that Rafe stood in front often different kinds of hot He had a sort ofalpha-male scowl on his face I wanted to launch myself at him I could kiss that frown off his face I could scale hi Spanish curses in my ear I could strip him down, and finish e’d started the other day And ere done, I could lay o to sleep

The urge was strong But I didn’t give in to it

"Do you happen to have any graph paper?" I asked instead

Twenty-Seven

Rafe

I aged about twenty-seven years on the day of the football ga a van and parking it at the edge of the tailgate lot As far as I could tell froer until halftiame time anyway, because I wanted to be present if any assholes arrived on the scene

When I found the girls, Lianne was busy signing autographs for all theV-neck Beta Rho sweatshirts

I could see how this would go down Those assholes in the Beta Rho section were going to take one look at thosethey asked And then when they discovered they’d been tricked, they were going to be pissed At Bella

Que desastre

Marching over to the van, I saw Bella look up in surprise "Hi," she said "You know this gaht?"

"Then you have plenty of tiave me a look But then she followed me around to the back of the van "What’s the deal?" she asked, folding her arms Her cheeks were flushed in typical Bella style, her eyes flashing with irl But apparently I hadn’t convinced her Or worse -- she didn’t care