“Not exactly,” I told Heath, wishing Rathe would walk away now. The tension in Heath was odd. Did he not invite this guy? Were they enemies? I couldn’t imagine Heath had an enemy. He was too nice for anyone to hate him. Even his crazy ex-girlfriends eventually liked him again.

Heath nodded his head at the guy who he’d called Rathe. “This is our new roommate Rathe. Rathe, Cat is our closest friend.”

Wait, what? This was their new roommate? I was positive Heath didn’t like Rathe, but he was living with the guy? Had he not interviewed Rathe first? What had already happened to cause this negative energy between the two of them? Heath was too nice. He made the worst mistakes with females, and now, he’d moved a guy in who he didn’t seem to care for very much. I really hoped I didn’t have to clean this up for him like I had to do with the last girlfriend. I hated messing with fate. It was always a last resort.

“Margo is around here somewhere,” Heath told me then. “I can help you find her,” he added, as he wrapped his hand around my upper arm. It was very possessive and unlike Heath. Was he planning on dragging me away to go find Margo? This entire situation was only getting more bizarre.

“She took my purse when I got here. I’m sure she’ll be back in a moment,” I told him. His hand didn’t release my arm. I glanced down at it, wondering what he was going to do next. Heath wasn’t the aggressive sort. This was very out of character for him. The only explanation for this could have been Rathe’s presence.

“Rathe! Come play with us,” a female called out from the living room. “We’re about to play beer pong. I told the others how you owned everyone at beer pong the other night at the Episolm party,” she added.

“Better get to it, champ,” Heath urged, as if he couldn’t think of a better idea. The way he spoke to Rathe was like he did to everyone else. He seemed friendly, but his body language was another story.

I turned my attention back to Rathe. Heath’s odd behavior had eased, but not completely since he was still holding onto me like a lost child he was going to lead to her parents. We were going to discuss that later. When we were alone.