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my heart the past couple years.
    The ice wall solidified again when Andrew slid his arm around Payton’s waist. She leaned in to his touch, and I wanted to punch a hole through a wall.
    I stuck out my hand, pretending I had never met her. She extended hers, and we shook. “Nice to meet you.” My thumb skimmed over her knuckles, and her skin, albeit a little clammy, was just as soft as I remembered.
    Payton’s voice cracked. “Nice to meet you, too.” She started to pull her hand away, but I tightened my grip. Her mouth thinned into a hard, narrow line as she stared at our interlocked hands.
    Seriously? What did she have to be mad about? My stomach muscles tensed like I had done ten rounds of 8 Minute Abs, and the dormant anger that lingered in every crevice of my body heated to a steady simmer, ready to erupt.
    I let go of her hand, and she smiled at Andrew, batting her eyes. What a bitch. Who did she think she was, prancing in here, going googly-eyed for the fraternity’s token manwhore? The lingering warmth of her touch burned my clenched fist.
    “Blake and I are fraternity brothers.” He stuck out his hand, and we did the A Sig handshake.
    I figured small talk would tear her focus away from blatantly eyeing Andrew’s abs. Her hand kept sliding across his stomach like a windshield wiper set to slow-mo. “Payton, what’s your major?”
    Andrew’s eyes laser focused on her cleavage, and I was two seconds away from tearing one of the cardboard clouds off the wall and beating him over the head with it. I couldn’t stand the way he looked at her, the same way he looked at every other girl he was about to—in his words—take to “pleasure town.” This also meant I’d be kicked out of our room for the night.
    “I’m majoring in biology with a focus on pre-med.” Her response was robotic. This had been her answer since middle school. Right up until she did her little disappearing act. And now she had magically reappeared.
    Abraca-fuckin-dabra.
    “That’s awesome. My dad’s a doctor. I’m majoring in pre-pharm,” Andrew said. His hand moved along Payton’s ribs and grazed the side of her breast. My teeth gnashed together, sending shockwaves of pain through my jaw as he publically fondled my ex.
    He was too busy checking out Payton’s boobs—they did look extra perky tonight—to notice her eyebrows coming dangerously close to disappearing into her scalp.
    So she had no clue about Andrew’s father. Good. Then she didn’t know his dad was on the board for the medical school here at the university.
    She visibly squirmed under his arm but didn’t push him away.
    At the same time we both said, “I need a drink.”
    Payton giggled and smiled at me.
    The anger boiling in my blood turned to a toxic sludge, halting any thoughts transmitting to my brain. Damn, I missed that smile. I missed everything about this girl.
    Andrew said, “I’ll get you one at the bar. You want some jungle juice?”
    Her lips turned down, and little creases formed around the sides of her mouth. “I can’t. I’m the DD tonight.”
    “I can get a sober brother to drive you home. C’mon. The bar’s free,” he said.
    I cracked my knuckles. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” She shouldn’t be here. If she got wasted in front of Andrew, he’d see it as an open invitation into her pants. Well, insanely short skirt, which was way easier access than pants.
    Andrew clapped a hand on my shoulder. “Blake, the lady asked for a drink. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t get her one?”
    He’d be a gentleman for probably the first time in his life if he didn’t offer her jungle juice. But I decided against saying this, since she obviously came here for him.
    She shot me a glare then turned to Andrew and smiled sweetly. “Yes, I’d like one.”
    One was all you needed when it came to the A Sig’s special blend of jungle juice. There had to be at least the equivalent of seven shots in each cup. I knew because I