Page 120 of Forever Defiant
“What the fuck for?”
My eyes widened in surprise. He didn’t sound friendly anymore.
“Because we need to talk to her about something,” Dustin said with an eye roll. “I’m not interested in hooking up with her.”
He actually had to tell him that? God, he really was a manwhore.
“Hi, Dustin!” A cheery, bright voice was on the phone.
“Mia?” Dustin grinned. “My sweet girl, how are you?”
“Yeah, she’smysweet girl. Back off, horndog.” Ash sounded grumpy.
“Hush, both of you,” she scolded. “What do you need Ava for?”
“Stats.”
There was silence, and then Mia spoke again. “Well, that cleared that all up. She’s at Jett’s. I’ll tell her I gave you her number.”
“We’re in Cardinal,” Dante spoke up.
“Spence?” Ash sounded more alert. “Dante Spence, is that you?”
“Santo.”
Jesus, he really didn’t like these guys.
I leaned into Noah. “Are they related? Everyone’s called Santo.”
“Jett and Gray are twins. Ash is their cousin,” Noah explained.
“And they all play football?” I asked him.
“Yeah, they’re really good too.”
Huh.
Dustin took the phone off speaker and walked away a little. With a sigh, he came off the phone. “So we’re going to the football house,” he said, and he didn’t seem happy about it.
“Oh, great,” Dante growled. “Because that’s what we need — an audience.”
Dustin didn’t smile. But the side of his mouth twitched. “Follow me.” He hesitated. “You going to behave, Spence?”
Dante sniffed. “Absolutely not.”
“Figures.” Dustin and I got back in the car, and Savannah’s car followed us. I’d never been to Cardinal, and I realized pretty quickly that this town was probably here to support the university.
Cardinal Saints College wasn’t as big as Wrighton, but it was still big. I looked at everything as we drove, and then we pulled up outside a huge, imposing house.
“It’s a frat house?” I asked in disappointment.
Dustin shook his head. “Not a traditional one, but...” He hesitated. “The Devils are a handful, okay, and clever with it, just... don’t be you, okay?”
I blinked at him. “I don’t know if I’m insulted or not,” I mumbled as I got out of the car.
A guy about Dustin’s height was waiting at the front door. Tousled dark hair, biceps that bulged, a trim waist, and a hard look in his eye that could never be described as welcoming. He watched silently as the five approached.
Dustin stepped in front of him. “Gray.”
