“Hutch!”
A roar goes up through the house and I wince at the noise. I have a headache and this shouting, along with the music, is not helping.
Mitchell sighs. “The quarterback of the football team is supposed to be the most popular guy on campus, but it’s this asshole instead.”
“That’s because you’re in Minnesota, sweet cheeks.” Jenny winks. “Football may be king in Texas, but hockey is kingandqueen here in Minnesota.”
Sweet cheeks?
The guy actually blushes. I really want to know why he’s blushing, but I have a feeling it’s a private joke.
The proclaimed king of the campus enters the kitchen and even though he’s smiling, he looks tired. Not so much in his physical appearance, but it’s his eyes. There’s a strain there I’m not sure anyone else pays too much attention to.
He really is a gorgeous man. He has almost what I would call a baby face, but there are some hard angles to it that keeps it from being that. His light brown hair is a little shaggy around his ears, but it adds to his boyishness. If not for the very muscular body, I wouldn’t even think he was an athlete.
“This must be Deliverance,” another guy says, laughter twinkling in his eyes.
“Call me that again, and you’ll see just how much like Deliverance I can be.”
“Ohh, kitten has claws!”
“Knock it off, Brody.” Hutch shoots the newcomer a warning look.
“Oh, no, please keep it up. I want to see our little scrapper beat his ass,” Cara says, her eyes gleaming with an evil kind of merriment.
Brody glances at me and laughs.
Dylan shakes his head. “Dude, you have no idea. I’ll put money on Daisy any day of the week. She’s tougher than she looks.”
None of them have any idea how right they actually are.
“Dude, move. These boxes are hot.” Jack shoulders past Brody and places eight boxes down on the counter. “The guys are bringing the rest.”
“I made salad with grilled chicken for those of us who are sticking to our training diet.” Mitchell nods toward Hutch and two other guys with him.
I hastily get out of the way of three more people all carrying at least seven or eight boxes of pizza each. How many people did Jenny think she’d need to clean the attic?
“You hungry?” Hutch asks from behind me.
When did he move over here?
“Yeah, but I think if I get in the way of the guys, I’ll get stepped on.”
“Wait here.”
Before I can say anything, he grabs a paper plate from the stack on the kitchen counter and filches three slices of pepperoni pizza and then brings it back to me.
“Thanks.”
He nods and goes back into the fray to find himself some food. He bypasses the pizza and instead heads to where several of the others are digging into the very large bowls of salad Mitchell made.
“That’s new.”
“What?” I ask Jenny absently.
“He got you food.”
“So?”
