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I snapped up so fast, I almost crunched my paper in my hands. With as much effort as possible, I had to stop myself from balling it up and ripping it to shreds, just to throw at him. There was nothing that could be done about the blush though. That was permanent on my cheeks.
He figured out I couldn’t deal with crowds. It felt like the devil had pieced together that I was ticklish.
"I don’t care what you say," I snarled.
"Fine by me."
"Because this workshop is going to be amazing," I insisted. "Check your attitude."
Adam leaned in just a little closer. With each second, he cut the distance between us. "Check yours."
I couldn’t believe him. I couldn’t believe this egotistical jerk who thought the whole world revolved around him just because of his abs and his dumb spot on the football team and his stupid shoe partnerships. One day, he’d get a rude awakening. One day, he’d find out that not everything could be solved with the fact he was the magnificent Adam Russell. And when that day came—
"If you two don’t shut the hell up," Zariah yelled from the passenger seat, "I am going to make Dan pull over the van, I’ll take the wheel, and we won’t go above fifteen miles an hour the entire ride. By the time we get there, guess what? The conference will be over. We won’t get back to MU until Christmas!"
I’d been so wrapped up in fighting Adam, I didn’t notice every single person in the van, stretching back to watch our fight.
Oh my god.
I hunkered down in my seat, unfolding my paper again. And there was Adam’s knee, half an inch from mine. It didn’t matter. I wouldn’t say anything. We’d made a scene already.
"You know what would make this better?" Adam muttered from the corner of his mouth.
"I don’t want to know."
He dug in his pocket for a moment and flashed me the gas station ring, the one he’d fake proposed with. I couldn’t believe it. He brought it along for the conference?
I stared daggers at him. "You are the most annoying man I have ever met—"
"Piper," Zariah reminded me from the passenger seat. "Girl, please."
Adam grinned. "Yeah, Piper."
Oh my god. I plucked the ring from his hand and chucked it behind my shoulder. If he wanted to play games, he could do it searching among the bags.
His grin just widened. "Don’t worry. I’ve got six more."
I sucked in a breath between clenched teeth and released it.
16
Adam
Some Sick Joke
The resident assistant conference was held at a college whose ass we regularly kicked at the start of every season, but I couldn’t believe my eyes when we got out of the van. We only ever hung out at the stadium. I’d never actually seen the campus, which had to have been on purpose. The place was rundown at best.
With a frown, I thought back to the training center at home, with three coffee shops and five full-time masseuses.
"Oh my god." A girl stopped on the sidewalk and both of her hands went to her mouth. "You’re Adam Russell."
I almost said the usual—thanks for the support, no pictures—when I caught sight of Piper’s face. My RA’s irritated face, her eyebrows drawn, her lips pressed together, her angry kitten attitude at me, getting attention at a campus in the middle of nowhere.
I grinned. "You’re damn right. I’m Adam Russell."
Piper rolled her eyes.
"Adam Russell…sexiest linebacker in the US," I continued.
