“I thought we were going out,” Grayson grumbled.
“Ugh, not again,” Kelsey groaned without looking at him.
“Why not?” Grayson whined. “Last night was fun.”
“No, it wasn’t,” Kelsey mumbled.
Patrick silently agreed. The dancing had started out promising, but by the end of the night, he’d been miserable. He had hoped that Kelsey would dance with him and her stubborn refusal had bewildered him so much, he’d left earlier than he’d intended. To make matters worse, Grayson had come to his hotel room later to inform Patrick that he’d gotten Kelsey to dance with him. Again. Then Grayson had tried to laugh with him over Kelsey’s idea that Patrick had actually taken those immature brats back to his room.
Patrick hadn’t found that the least bit funny.
“It was fun for everyone but you, Red, and that was your fault,” Grayson chided.
Patrick felt the heat from Kelsey’s fiery look from where he stood. “We can find another way to entertain ourselves without going out tonight,” he suggested, trying to placate them both.
“We could watch movies,” Veronica proposed through a yawn.
“Grayson, it’s Friday night,” Kelsey stated, ignoring the other comments.
“Your point?” Grayson’s grin was false innocence; mischief danced in his eyes.
With a muffled groan, Kelsey rolled her eyes. “We’re in a college town in the South,” she explained as if talking to a child, “and it’s the night before a home football game.”
“All the more reason to go out.” Grayson looked at Patrick. “Am I right?”
Patrick shook his head, sure he wouldn’t like where this conversation was heading.
“Aw, c’mon. I thought you liked those Southern co-eds.”
Patrick was right, he didn’t like where the conversation was heading. His eyes narrowed and his lips tightened. “I didn’t say that.”
“Yes, you did. Remember? We met those sorority chicks at that club in Vegas. You said something about that song, “California Girls.” You said you couldn’t wait to experience the Southern girls.” Grayson’s hearty laughter died abruptly when he looked at Kelsey.
Patrick saw her horrified expression then briefly glanced over his shoulder and met Veronica’s half-amused, half-embarrassed grimace. He looked out of the window directly across from him as he plotted Grayson’s slow, painful demise.
Kelsey visualized daggers at the top of Grayson’s head. At least he’d had enough sense to be abashed by what he’d said, and was now focusing on the table, refusing to meet her glare. “Okay, Grayson, first of all, you’re too old to be going after co-eds. That’s just asking for trouble,” she said and cast a quick glance at Patrick, who was focused on the window, an angry frown on his face. She hoped he was thinking of the women he’d been dancing with last night and was suitably ashamed of his behavior, as well. Kelsey looked back at Grayson. “Second, unfortunately, the co-eds will still be here next week, but the alumni and the rest of the game traffic won’t be. I’m just suggesting we wait until some other time, when it’ll be less crowded.”
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