Page 3 of Eff Marry Kill

My hands shake when I hit the speed-dial button for my brother, then place it on speaker and on the counter. His cell goes straight to voicemail, so I hang up and dial his house phone instead.

While I'm waiting for him to pick up, I quickly grab the clothes I just changed out of, dragging them back on.

"You need to come and get me," I say as soon as the line clicks. "I just found a random man in my bed. If you don't get me out of here, I'm probably going to prison tonight. You know I won't survive prison, Nathan."

"What the fuck?"

I freeze in the act of pulling my bra on over my head. That isn't my brother's voice.

No.

Oh, no.

I just had to think of the devil, didn't I?

"Who the fuck is in your bed, Nova?" Huxley growls, his voice a menacing rumble of sound, like thunder.

I dive for the phone to check the number I dialed. No, I didn't mess it up. That's definitely my brother's number. "Why are you answering my brother's phone, Huxley?"

"I'm housesitting. Who the fuck is in your bed?"

"Why are you housesitting?"

"Nate had shit to do. Answer my question, Starlight. Who the fuck is in your bed?"

"I don't know!" I cry, dropping the phone onto the counter with a clatter. "I got home, showered, and found him in there. Larissa says his name is Toby." Or did she say Todd? I don't remember.

"Your fucking roommate let some random guy crash in your room?"

"I assume she knows him. Well…I hope." I adjust the straps of my bra, then grab my shirt and pull it on. "You know what? It doesn't even matter. I'm too drunk to deal with this right now. I called to talk to Nathan, not you."

"Yeah, well, too bad," Hux growls. "You got me. I'll be there in five."

"What? No, you won't."

"Already on the way," he says. "Wait for me outside, Starlight."

"Hux, dammit. I don't need—"

"Wait for me outside," he growls before hanging up on me.

"—you to rescue me," I finish muttering into the silence, hating that it's not actually true. Right now, I do need him to rescue me. And I'm guessing he's going to be a pain in my ass about it.

Huxley Saint is the hottest pitcher in the PBL. He's also the bane of my existence. He's cocky, arrogant, and irritating. He's also charming, sexy, and too goddamn beautiful for my good.

In short, he's a problem.

One that I think about far more than is good for me.

"This is your fault," I mutter, glaring up at the ceiling. I'm not entirely sure I'm talking to the Universe or to God, but neither answer. Typical.

I haven't had nearly enough wine for this.

Chapter Two

Huxley

I'm fucking livid when I pull up outside of Nova's apartment to find her sitting on the steps with her arms wrapped around herself, her head resting on the banister like she's defeated.