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you again. Just don’t be late for practice, and never miss a game.”
    Sound advice.
    “Thanks, man,” I say, rising from my seat, my mood lifting a fraction. As I make my way toward the exit, Liam follows.
    “You coming to the party Sunday night?” He pushes the door leading out of the complex hard enough for both of us to clear it before it closes.
    “Sunday night? As in the day before school starts?” The extracurricular festivities at La Grande never started until after the month long honeymoon ended at the beginning of each semester. “Don’t the parties start after the first week, at least?”
    He laughs. “Any excuse to party here, man.”
    We descend the steps and begin walking down the sidewalk.
    “Dorms?” he asks, pointing across campus.
    “Nope. I’m in an apartment over on twenty-first.”
    “Alone?”
    “No, I have a roommate. Female, hot as fuck. Has a boyfriend, though.”
    “Don’t get mixed up in that shit, bro. Shitting where you eat is never a good thing.”
    “You’re telling me.” I run my hand over the top of my head. “We just met yesterday, but I get the feeling she’s going to pretty much keep to herself.”
    “Lucky bastard. My dorm mate is an asshole. Well, if you don’t want to hit the party Sunday, there’s another one next weekend,” he offers. “And the weekend after that. Pretty much always a party happening somewhere.”
    “Oh, I’m interested in parties,” I confirm with a wide smile. Hell, I wish I was going to the one on Sunday, but responsibility forces my hand. “I’m only sitting the first one out because I still have to get unpacked.”
    We exchange phone numbers before he takes off toward the dorms. I turn back around to sit on the steps leading into the sports complex. The last thing I want to do is head back to the apartment.
    I pull up my phone and check emails, finding the one from Olivia I’ve been dreading. I wait for Olivia’s emailed list of rules to load, which she was generous enough to send in an easily printable PDF format. Letting my eyes wander, I notice a small memorial garden off to the side of the steps. Bright flowers and a small plaque catch my eye.
    My phone buzzes in my hand, alerting me to another email. Corrected List of Ground Rules. I groan, my mood plummeting straight back to pissed off at the few dozen rules she probably forgot. Before I pull that one up to load, I consider making my own list of ridiculous rules. I wonder how she would feel about “No Wine Wednesday” or “No Shirt Saturday”. I can easily claim religious requirements.
    Taking a deep, cleansing breath, I pull up the list and brace myself for what’s to come.
    I laugh out loud at the structure of it. There’s a header, return address, and the damn thing is color coded by order of importance.
    Reading through the list, I realize most of her requirements are about cleanliness. I’m now certain she’s a germaphobe. The list begins to branch away from her desperate need to keep things clean, making it easy to tell where her added items begin. When I see “No porn/sex in the living room”, I can’t help but laugh. Does she actually think I’d whip my junk out on the couch and rub one out?
    Girls coming over are okay, I just can’t bang them on the couch. I’m not really interested in having an audience, so that rule doesn’t bother me in the slightest.
    The final rule on the list, “No parties of any kind or groups larger than three people”, makes my brow furrow. The apartment is so small, three damn people would be about all it could hold. I can’t seem to withhold a sigh as I walk back to the apartment. Living with Olivia Dawson may be easy on my eyes, but she’s going to drive me crazy.

Chapter 5
Olivia
    I t’s been several days since Bryson showed up, and I’m beginning to think this roommate thing will actually work out. He’s pretty much kept to himself, and although he hasn’t gotten all of the rules down a hundred percent, he’s