I can do this.
“Cole!” Rami shouted, waving at me above the press of the crowd. Weaving in and out of drunk, costumed assholes, I made my way to him, keeping my eyes peeled for Eva’s shock of red curls.
Rami looked me up and down and laughed. “You look like such an asshole,” he teased me. “The girls are gonna be all over you.”
“You mean Eva’s gonna be all over him,” Katie said, sliding under my arm with a cup of bright red punch in her hand. She was wearing almost nothing, some sort of sexy ghost.
Rami’s eyes turned flinty. “What are you drinking?”
“Who the fuck knows? It’s good.”
“Did you see them make it?” he demanded.
“Easy there, tiger,” Katie said with a bright smile thatdidn’t meet her eyes. “You lost the right to worry about what I’m drinking when you cheated on me.”
Rami’s expression flickered to anguish for a moment before he turned around and stormed off.
“Do you have to be so hard on him?” I asked her, and she cocked her hip out and raised her eyebrows.
“Did you have to be such a dick to Eva?”
“Do you not see me groveling to get back in her good graces?”
Katie’s expression softened. “Good. You both deserve good things to happen to you.”
“Have you seen her?” I couldn’t imagine Tristan leaving her side during this party.
Katie shook her head. “Not since we got here.”
Me
Where are you, sparrow?
She didn’t answer. I wandered through the frat house, from room to room, looking for Eva and Tristan without any luck.
Goddammit.
“Oh my god, Cole Carter!” A stunning blonde woman draped her arm around my waist. “Are you here by yourself?”
“Nope,” I said with an easy smile, moving out from her embrace.
“A girl who lets you out of their sight isn’t working hard enough to keep you,” she said, stroking her fingers down my chest, and I flinched before controlling myself.
“Or I’m not working hard enough to keep her,” I said, remembering my role—my father’s son, star of the team, charming and polite and never giving anyone reason to suspect that something might be wrong.
The girl snorted but backed off.
Eva wasn’t in the kitchen or upstairs. After wandering back downstairs, stopping to say hello a thousand times, I spied a campfire out back. Silently, I slipped out the back door and finally spied Eva’s bright red curls dangling down her back.
What the fuck was she wearing?
A short vinyl skirt barely covered her ass, with fishnets underneath. I couldn’t tell what she wore on top, because at least she was wearing Tristan’s leather jacket. Christ, that ass. I paused for a moment to admire it from the steps of the back porch, the way the skirt flared over her hips, the dig of the fishnets into her flesh. I couldn’t fucking wait to bite into her later, leaving marks I could tattoo on her ass.
Maybe tonight was the night.
Or maybe Eva would say goodbye and go back to Alek’s, like she had after watching the game last night.
Tristan draped his arm over her shoulder, and I looked more closely—was Eva wearing cat ears? And a fucking tail? Tristan had wrapped colored string all over himself, it looked like.