Aspen moved so she was more in our circle. She cast a look my way, her eyes concerned. Her eyebrows pulled low together. “Something to do with you?”

I tried giving her a reassuring grin, but I knew it fell flat. From what Blaise had said, Aspen wasn’t aware of what Harper did that was about her. Blaise was still unclear what exactly happened. Whatever it was, I met Cross’ look, and he nodded to the side.

I followed his wavelength and cleared my throat. “Uh, Aspen—”

“I got her.” Jordan’s comment came out abrupt and harsh sounding. His gaze was hard, leveled on the two guys approaching. He added under his breath, “I don’t trust myself when they start bringing up Harper’s name. I gotta bounce.” He made a concerted effort to soften his look and his voice when he said to Aspen, “You like coffee?”

“I love coffee.”

He motioned to the side. “Let’s grab some for everyone. Think your man wants one?”

They started to walk off, but Aspen turned, sending me a look over her shoulder. She wasn’t dumb, not a bit, and judging by the awareness, she also wasn’t scared. But, still, she went with Jordan and we heard her say, “Blaise will love anything I buy him. He’s that kind of boyfriend to me.”

A surprised laugh rippled from Jordan. He responded, but I couldn’t hear it.

As if a collective subconscious thought went through us, all three of us turned and moved to wait for the two fraternity brothers. Jesus. They even looked like the stereotypical frat brother. Were those loafers? I wasn’t up on my rich asshole footwear apparel. But they had the firm jawlines, meathead necks, etc. I wasn’t trying to be dismissive, but I already didn’t like that Harper guy, and throw in Zeke? Hell. Blaise was still a question mark, too.

I was going to be a bit negative about them.

But these guys stepped close, now within talking distance.

A few girls were around us. They were sending us furtive looks.

Wait.

I recognized one. She was the girl who’d opened the door that day, tan handprint on her stomach, when I went to talk to Tabatha. I was betting that the entire group was made up of Tabatha’s sisters, and that made me take more notice of them.

They weren’t looking at the guys fondly. Like, at all.

The handprint girl definitely had frost in her gaze as she was tracking the two guys.

Oh yeah. That made things a whole lot more interesting. I was taking note that I needed to give Tabatha a call, see how she was doing and get a feel of her sorority’s feelings on this whole matter.

“Harper said he wasn’t supposed to talk.”