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I frowned as I tried to remember what Becky had said they were doing tonight. It was probably a party. It always seemed to be a party. “Don’t you guys have a football game tonight?”
“Not for us.”
“What do you mean?”
He shrugged again and scratched at his chin. “We skipped all week. No way can coach put us in.”
“And that doesn’t bother you?”
“He won’t kick us off.” He frowned. “Why do you care about that?”
His question threw me backwards a step. Why did I? I shrugged and slid my hands into the back pockets of my running shorts. I was trying to look cool. My sweat had dried, but my nose twitched at the smell of it as it hung in the air.
“Look,” I started. “I’m not up for another party. Besides, I think that Tate girl is out for my head.”
Mason shot up from the doorway and the wall slammed over his face again. “Tate?”
Logan’s eyes clasped shut behind him and his head went down. His shoulders dropped.
I sucked in my breath and my eyes widened. “Uh…I mean…”
“You met Tate?”
“At the last party?”
I nodded again.
“Why’d she be pissed with you?”
I shrugged and looked away.
“Sam.” He grasped my shoulder and I squeaked. I threw a look at Logan, but quickly glanced away. Too late. Mason followed my gaze and saw his brother. “Tate’s in town?”
Logan’s head lifted and a haunted look was in his eyes. “Yeah.”
“When?” Mason’s voice was biting.
“She came last Saturday. She was looking for a chick that Sam’s quarterback was banging.”