Hating the Player (Campus Wallflowers #2)

by Rebecca Jenshak

“Contrary to what you think, Vi, I care about you. If I thought you needed something, I’d do a lot more than kick down a door to get to you.”

“I’m having a hand flex moment here, Vi.”

“I’ve got it.” I place some cash on the counter. “It wasn’t really a fair bet.” When we have our drinks, I point to a couple of free seats behind the lanes. “Why wasn’t it a fair bet?” she asks once we’re sitting. “I’m ambidextrous.” “You were hustling me!”

“I wish I hadn’t felt anything. That would make things so much simpler.” “Simple is boring,” Jane says.

Gavin’s pulled on his jeans but left them unbuttoned. He has my favorite Persuasion in one hand and he’s leaning against the headboard of my bed. I retract all my earlier statements: Gavin like this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.