Page 26 of Playing Dirty
Manageable.
But awareness?
Awareness was dangerous.
“You should hook up with him,” Serena said casually.
I nearly choked.
“Absolutely the fuck not.”
“Oh come on.”
“He’s emotionally unavailable in a very expensive hoodie.”
“That didn’t sound like a no.”
“That was absolutely a no.”
Serena took another shot. “You’re staring at him again.”
I looked away immediately.
Too late.
Mason had already caught it.
God, this man was irritating.
He said something to Jace, handed off his beer, then started walking toward the kitchen.
Toward me.
Immediate panic for literally no reason.
“Why do I suddenly feel hunted?” I muttered.
Serena looked delighted. “Because he’s coming over here looking like a six-foot bad decision.”
“Helpful.”
“Always.”
Caleb noticed too. “Do you know him?”
“Unfortunately.”
Mason reached us a second later smelling like smoke, sweat, and whatever stupid expensive cologne he always wore.
Close up, his hair was slightly damp from either the game shower or the heat inside the apartment.
A small bruise darkened one side of his jaw.
My brain noticed all of this against my will.
“Hayes,” he said.
“Reed.”
