Fallen Crest Public(3)

“What’s wrong?” He followed me.
“That was the best way to start your last semester?” I dried myself off and stopped to glare at him. Seriously? He was an idiot. “Screw you.”
The corner of his mouth curved up. “You just did.”
“Not funny, Mason.”
He frowned and narrowed his eyes at me. “What’s wrong?”
“You’re leaving.”
“Just to college. I’m not going forever.”
I rolled my eyes and turned my back. Says you, you big ass. Just to college. It’s not that simple.
“Wait, are you really mad at me?”
Ignoring him, I grabbed some underwear, jeans, a bra and a shirt. Stopping once, I glanced in the mirror to make sure I looked presentable—I’d do. My dark hair hadn’t been cut so it fell below my shoulders. I’d twist it up in a braid later, but the jeans and shirt were snug. Good. I didn’t care if every inch of me was on display. The jeans were washed out, but clung to me and my shirt was a simple long-sleeve white shirt. The front dipped low, giving a good view of my cleavage, and my black lace bra showed through the thin material, but I didn’t care. Mason was just going to college, my ass. Still ignoring him, I grabbed my backpack and purse. Stuffing the purse inside of the bag, I brushed past him and headed downstairs. As I got into the kitchen, Logan was just putting the coffee pot back on the burner. He turned and stopped. Seeing me when I entered, his eyes went wide and a low wolf whistle came next.
“You’re smoking, Sam.” He gave me a wicked grin. “Mason must’ve pissed you off, huh?”
“I know I look pissed.”
“Nah.” He shook his head, his brown locks had been gelled to perfection. “You’re smoking hot. I know you’re mad because you got that cold as ice look in your eye you always get when you are, but that’s not what I meant. You only come out looking hot as hell when my big bro’s pissed you off.” Checking his watch, he whistled again. “That was fast because I just heard you two going at it like wild animals.”
Oh. Jeezus. Flushing, I ignored his comments and gestured to the coffee pot. “Are you going to start that?”
“Nope. It doesn’t work.”
This morning went from great to crap. “Oh.”
Grabbing his keys, Logan dangled them at me. “But if we leave now, we can stop at The Quickie. I need to get gas anyway.”
“Sold.”
Mason was coming down the stairs as we moved past them. He was pulling his shirt down, and I tried not to watch the movement of his abdominals or how his jeans rode low on his narrow hips. He paused when he saw us. “Where are you guys going?”
My lips were pressed tight together, and Logan smirked from behind me. He shook his head. “Whatever you said must’ve been good. You pissed your woman off. Not a good move, not on the first day of the semester.”
Wincing at how close his words hit the target, I gritted my teeth and shoved out the door.
Mason called after me, “Sam.”
“What?”
He looked ready to say something else, glanced at Logan and closed his mouth.
It didn’t matter. I didn’t want to hear it. “The coffee pot’s broken. I’m going with Logan to get some. Did you want some too? I can serve it to you, another thing to add to the ‘best way to start your last semester.’” A ball of anger rolled over me.
“Come on …” An apology flashed in those emerald eyes of his.
“You said that?” Logan chuckled. “Dumb move, dipshit.”
Moving closer to the door, Mason flashed a warning at his brother. “Give us a minute.”
“What if I don’t?”