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housemates. When he couldn’t find any of the assholes, he glared around at his surroundings in distaste. The living room in the fraternity house was trashed. There were cigarettes lying around, empty beer bottles littering the floor, and partygoers crowding every piece of furniture. And that didn’t include the goons chanting “Drink. Drink. Drink…” or the completely wasted freshman chugging from a keg.
    Peeved, Deke shook his head. This night sucked horribly, and he blamed his housemates. They had dragged him to this party then dumped him, knowing how much he hated this kind of thing.
    Deke rarely drank. He never smoked. So basically, unless he was spending time with a sorority girl or talking to one of the frat boys, he was bored out of his skull. Since he avoided touching the girls who graced this kind of party with their presence, and he didn’t talk to anyone he didn’t know personally, Deke avoided frat parties at all cost. But not tonight. Damn it.
    Swearing, Deke decided to get out of here. He couldn’t leave since he’d ridden over with Hale Mathis, but he could get some air. And he planned to—fast—before he lost his cool and exploded.
    With a frustrated groan, Deke took one step toward the exit. But he came to a swift halt when someone unexpectedly touched his bare forearm. Expecting the sweaty hand to belong to one of his friends, Deke rounded on the unknown person. “You son of a—”
    Deke stopped mid-curse when he spotted who’d touched him. It wasn’t one of his housemates. The fit guy in front of Deke was familiar, very much so, but he couldn’t place him. He knew he knew him. Only he didn’t know how.
    Irritated his mind had gone blank, Deke raked his gaze over the Beverly Hills, 90210 wannabe. He was good-looking but totally not Deke’s type. Men with primped hair and pretentious clothes did nothing for Deke or his libido. Even worse, his baby face made Deke feel like a cradle-robber. And shit, Deke was only twenty.
    Dismissing the nameless guy as a possible hookup, Deke pilfered through his mind, trying to come up with something to say, some way to greet the guy who seemingly knew him, and hopefully get rid of him. But Deke had nothing. So rather than make an idiot out of himself, he remained silent, staring down at the slightly shorter guy intently.
    “Hello, Deke. Don’t you remember me?” The way he phrased his question told Deke he couldn’t believe he didn’t recognize him.
    Annoyed by the no-name jerk’s arrogance, Deke retorted, “No. Should I?”
    The guy laughed. “You should. But I’m not too surprised that you forgot me. I was a couple of years behind you and Shane Jacobs at Trinity High School.”
    Everything clicked, and Deke remembered. “Bradford.”
    “BR,” Bradford corrected.
    Oh yeah. I forgot.
    “Long time, no see,” Deke muttered, his voice sounding disinterested even to his own ears. “What have you been up to?”
    Deke didn’t particularly want to ask his high school acquaintance where he’d been in the past year or two. He definitely didn’t care, but it seemed like the polite thing to say. So he did, even though he wasn’t generally a polite guy.
    “I started school here last month…”
    A commotion at the doorway captured Deke’s attention, and the drone of BR’s voice faded away. Before he even turned to look and see who or what had caused the disturbance, an odd sense of awareness washed over him. The hair on the back of his neck arose slowly, standing at sudden attention, and he felt his mouth go dry—drier than Death Valley on a summer day.
    As if magnetized, Deke’s eyes drifted over to the group of people standing in the doorway and instantly settled on one guy in particular. He was everything Deke had never wanted in a boyfriend or girlfriend. He was playful. The devilish twinkle in his eyes revealed that. He was happy. The subtle laugh lines running from the side of his strong nose to the corners of his sensual mouth told Deke