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    I glanced up at Chance from across the table in the library. I didn’t want to see Chase every time I looked at him, but what could I do? I’m sure he didn’t want to be a spitting image of his brother. But hell, what could he do?
    My eyes glided over his hair, which was cut in the same style, his muscular build and tone in voice were very much the same. It was like looking at Chase, without him being Chase. It was wrong, yet so right.
    “Is there something on my shirt?” Chance smirked at me then gazed back down at his book. I shielded myself from him, knowing I had been caught staring. If Chance knew about the night I had shared with his brother he never mentioned it. In fact, he never brought anything up about that party. Either he didn’t know or he just didn’t care.
    “You know you don’t have to be shy if you want to stare ate.” Chance was getting all flirty with his tone. I used to think maybe he had a crush on me but realized rather quickly that he was this way with all the girls.
    “I wasn’t staring at you.” I paused trying to find a comeback. “When did you become so self-absorbed?” I asked tilting my head at him, happy that I had found something to make him stop and think. The smile fell from his face as he seemed a bit flabbergasted at my words.
    “Wow,” Chance murmured.
    “What? I wasn’t staring at you. I thought for sure you had been hanging around your brother far longer than needed,” I added, hoping that would lessen the blow of what I had said. I didn’t mean to be a bitch or to say hurtful things to him. Sometimes my mind was locked in bitch mode. You know the one where all you want to do is protect yourself against others?
    He shoved back from his chair, his seat scraping across the marble flooring of the library study room.
    “I was fucking with you, Gia. If you ask me, it’s you who seems to still have a hard on for my brother.” There he was calling my fucking bluff. Did I like Chase? No, not really. At least I didn’t want to like him. In all honesty, I didn’t know what I wanted with him. He was unpredictable, crazy, and if you add in how I was raised he was everything I shouldn’t want.
    Unsure of what I should say I narrowed my eyes, which only lasted a fraction of a second because not even a minute later a hand landed on my shoulder and I turned around with my foot ready to crack someone in the balls.
    When my eyes landed on Taylor’s small frame and her fiery red hair, I burst with excitement. She looked so young but so mature, so much like her mother but with her dad’s demeanor.
    “Where you going to kick me, in the vag?” she questioned with an eyebrow raised. I laughed loudly, wrapping her in a hug.
    “For sure!! I wasn’t expecting you for another three days. How did you even find this place?”
    “Well, I went by your room. I remembered where it was from when I visited last year. Your RA was monitoring the halls, and I asked her where this building was after texting you and asking what you were doing.” She gave me a small hug back, and as I pulled away I realized she was staring at Chance with curious eyes.
    “Oh, I forgot you were still here. Chance this is my best friend, Taylor. Taylor, Chance, my tutor. The one I was matched with at student services.” I introduced them, but neither one of them reached a hand out in greeting. They simply stared at one another, their eyes saying just how attractive they found the other.
    Moments passed and neither one of them spoke a word as I stood between them in all my awkwardness, before realizing someone had to say something.
    “Hello…” I snapped my fingers at both of them, pulling them out of their crazy love drunken stares. Chance blinked quickly and then cleared his throat, being the first to break free out of the trance.
    “Uhh...” he stumbled over his words, and I almost broke out in laughter. I had never seen him so bound up over a girl before. Who knew little innocent Taylor