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my sorority, we do that sort of thing all the time."
    "Your sorority kidnaps people?" I said.
"Seriously?"
    With a little huff, Brittney turned to
Lawton. "See? She's doing it again. She's making it sound worse on
purpose, just to make me look bad."
    Lawton gave her a murderous look. "You want
to do a shitty job at this, fine." He pointed toward the door. "Get
the fuck out. Now."
    "But I'm trying to explain," Brittney said.
"She won't let me."
    He crossed his arms and spoke very slowly.
"Try harder."
    With an eye roll, she turned to face me.
"What we do," she said, "is steal their mascots. Swipe 'em for a
day or two." She gave Lawton a pleading look. "But we always return
them. It's no big deal. See?"
    "No," he said. "I don't see."
    "But it was just a joke," she said. "I don't
get why everyone's freaking out about it." She adjusted the blanket
and gave a dramatic sigh. "But just because you asked, I apologized
anyway. So are we good now or what?"
    I turned to Lawton. "So this was your idea?"
    He pushed a hand through his hair. "Yeah,
but—" He gave Brittney a hard look. "It was supposed to go a lot
better."
    Brittney threw back the blanket, and tapped
her bare foot against the floor. She gave me a half-hearted look.
"So you do accept my apology or what?"
    "Hell no," I said. "That was the worst
apology, ever."
    "Hey, it was my first one," she said. "I
thought I did pretty good." She turned to Lawton. "Didn't I?"
    He crossed his arms. "No."
    Staring at her, I felt my gaze narrow. "Just
how long have you been here, anyway?"
    She hesitated a split second before giving
Lawton a long smoldering look. "Hard to say. We kind of lost
track."
    "That's it," he told her. "Get out."
    "But I'm not dressed!" Brittney said.
    "Whatever. Keep the blanket. Just get
out."
    "But I don't have my car," she whined.
    Lawton reached into his jeans pocket and
pulled out a cell phone. He tapped out a quick message, and barely
a moment later, there was a knock at the front door. Lawton strode
toward it and flung it open. A uniformed driver stood at the
ready.
    "Take her wherever," Lawton said.
    The driver glanced in my direction. "Yes
sir."
    "Not her ," Lawton said. He pointed
toward Brittney. " Her ."
    Oh God, how humiliating was this? He
literally had so many girls, the driver was losing track.
    "Of course," the driver said with a
surprisingly straight face.
    With Brittney protesting all the way, the
driver hustled her, blanket and all, outside into a dark SUV.
Lawton and I watched silently as it pulled down the drive and out
the front gate.
    From somewhere upstairs, I heard a male voice
say, "Well, that went good."

Chapter 21
    I glanced up and spotted Lawton's brother,
lounging against the bannister. He wore dark sweatpants and no
shirt, revealing a torso that might've made my mouth water if I
were some other girl in some other place. His short, dark hair was
mussed, like he'd just crawled out of bed.
    I gave him a dirty look. "Eavesdropping
again?"
    "No. Trying to sleep." Absently, he scratched
his lean stomach. "For all the good it did."
    I rolled my eyes. "Oh, I'm soooo sorry if we
ruined your beauty sleep."
    Looking up the stairway, Lawton's eyebrows
furrowed. "This is a private conversation," he said.
    "Private, your ass," Bishop said. "Bet half
the neighborhood heard."
    "Fuck off," Lawton said, and then glanced
quickly at me. "Sorry."
    Bishop looked toward the front door, now
closed. "Told you that was a bad idea." He shrugged. "But women,
what do you expect?"
    "That's it." I threw up my arms. "I'm outta
here."
    "Hey, don't leave on my account," Bishop
said. "I'm heading back to bed."
    "Yeah, you do that," Lawton said in a tone of
forced patience. He reached up to rub the back of his neck, where
the muscles were corded into tight knots.
    When I glanced again at the stairway, Bishop
was gone.
    I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled,
"I hope you sleep like crap!"
    No answer.
    Muttering, I turned away.
    "Chloe," Lawton said. "Don't