Page 31 of Playing Dirty
Six
CHAPTER SIX
MASON
I woke up on Jace’s couch with a splitting headache and Rowan Hayes still stuck in my brain.
Bad start already.
Sunlight stabbed through the apartment windows while someone in the kitchen loudly debated breakfast sandwiches like it was a political issue.
I dragged an arm over my face.
“Look who lives,” Jace announced.
“Go away.”
“No can do. I need details.”
I cracked one eye open.
Jace stood in the doorway shirtless holding coffee and looking way too awake for a Saturday morning.
“You were aggressively staring at Rowan all night,” he continued.
“I was drunk.”
“You’re still interested sober.”
Unfortunately true.
I sat up slowly, regretting every life choice immediately.
“What time is practice?”
“Three.”
“Good.”
Jace tossed me a water bottle.
I caught it one-handed.
“Did you hook up with the blonde girl?” he asked.
“No.”
His eyebrows shot up dramatically. “You turned someone down voluntarily?”
“Jesus Christ.”
“That bad, huh?”
I rubbed my face tiredly. “I’m not talking about this.”
“You like her.”
“I barely know her.”
