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“About the room? What’d you think?”
    She sniffed. “It’s fine.”
    I hesitated. Girls for roommates were trouble. I knew that. It could go south in the best situations. And by best, I meant platonic. Nothing muddying it up. A girl like Jordan wasn’t ever going to feel platonic. Not to any guy with a pulse. Certainly not to me if the straining muscle in my jeans was any indication. Shit. When was the last time a girl had made me hard by yelling at me?
    But I needed that money if I wanted to continue my secret side projects. And despite Frank’s underhanded attempt at matchmaking, I knew he’d only done it from a place of caring. He wanted to see me doing something with myself. Jordan made me want to do all sorts of somethings. I shook that image away before it could sharpen. Not a good time.
    At any rate, Jordan was carless. Homeless. I wasn’t sure her reason for coming to Grayson, but I wasn’t going to send her away just before dark. Or worse, chase her away. What kind of asshole would that make me?
    I decided to take a shot against my better judgment. Against any sort of judgment, really. It wouldn’t have been the first time.
    “It’s yours if you want it,” I said. “The room, I mean. And I’m sorry I left you stranded here. I didn’t know until a little while ago that you were here. And then Frank sort of sprung it on me and,” I smiled an apology, “he wasn’t exactly forthcoming with the fact that you were…”
    “A female?” she finished.
    “Yeah,” I admitted.
    Her eyes, which had cleared to marginally friendly, narrowed again. She crossed her arms which only made it harder not to look at her ample chest. I forced my eyes up. “So you would’ve been here sooner if you’d known I was a girl?” she asked. “Because if you think for one second that me rooming with you is going to get you laid you are so sadly mistaken, I should buy you a condolence card now.”
    “Whoa, whoa,” I said, holding up a hand in surrender. “That’s not what I meant. I just, geez, I’m trying to apologize. Obviously you didn’t know I was a guy.” Now it was my turn to eye her. “Would you have come out or waited for me if you’d known?”
    She pursed her lips.
    “Ha! Exactly. Double standard.”
    “It’s different,” she muttered.
    I felt the smile coming and tried to rein it in. I was enjoying knocking her sideways a little after all that attitude. But I still needed her to agree to take the room.
    “Not if we don’t make it different,” I said. “And from the looks of it, this is your best option.”
    It was a bluff and I wasn’t sure it’d work. She didn’t readily agree but she didn’t walk away either. I took that last part as a good sign.
    “I don’t know,” she said finally. There was something heavy going on behind that expression. I had no idea what. This girl was hard to read. Most girls were so emotional, but this one, this one was closed up like a stone tower.
    It made me want to penetrate the walls. And not in a dirty way. Okay, maybe a little bit in a dirty way.
    “So, how about this,” I said, pretending I hadn’t just thought about penetration while standing in front of a girl who already thought I was only after her for sex. You’re on a roll, Case. “You come inside with me and think about it over a six-pack and a pizza. If you don’t want the room, I’ll take you to a hotel myself.”
    “You’re going to drink and drive?” she asked, one brow raised in a delicious arch that disappeared into her bangs.
    “No. You’re going to drink. And then, hopefully, no one’s going to drive.”
    I took her bag and slung it over my shoulder. She didn’t object so I took that as a sign to head for the house. She fell into step beside me and I let out a breath I hadn’t known I’d been holding. Hell, why did it even matter so much? She was just a girl. Pretty as hell, but just a girl.
    “Oh,” she said, slowing her step and looking sorry for the first time. “I