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    “Hey you sexy beast,” Kate said interrupting my thoughts.
    Perfect and well put together as usual.
    I missed the mammoth’s answer, but he must have gotten it wrong because Cam was explaining it to him.
    “Thanks for texting,” Kate said giggling.
    Cam’s eyes shot up to me on that. Maybe texting Kate wasn’t the best idea, but the girl I wanted to see didn’t seem to want to see me. She left with my professor instead of staying and talking.
    “Let’s go to my bedroom, Ham,” she said and my stomach lurched.
    “Need condoms?” Kate giggled.
    Ham? His name is Ham?  Really Cam? Wow…Ham…Cam. You’ve got to be kidding me.
    Ham suddenly lifted her over his shoulder. “Don’t be silly Kate. She likes to feel all of me.”
    I understood now.  The name Ham was fitting because he was a fucking pig! Her glasses fell to the floor. As he turned around to close the door, Cam’s eyes flitted up to mine, and I swear to God she smiled.
    Control yourself Denton! Take care of the girl behind you who wants you. Fuck the other girl out of your head.  I spun around and Kate stood there with a wicked smile.
    “Looks like the roomies are both going to get it,” I said, jealousy driving me at this point as I took Kate’s hand and led her to the bedroom.
    She started yanking my shirt over my head. “Trust me, Cam needs it but she ain’t getting it.”
    I did the same to her unleashing her breasts because she was braless.
    “I took that off before you got here,” she giggled.
    “What’d you mean Cam needs it but ain’t getting it? You said that the other day.” I asked more interested in that than her hard nipples.
    Straddling me, she said, “Ham has wanted to nail her for three years. She’s kept him in the friend zone.”
    “Why’s that?” I asked, cupping her breasts.
    “That’s not my story to tell. But if there is one thing that girl needs…it’s to get laid.”
    I smiled as she pushed me back on the bed because I knew just the man for that job. Before I nailed the girl in front of me, I sent Ham a message by mental telepathy…man to man— you lay one fucking hand on her and you will be laying in a fresh meat market—ham for sale!
     
    An hour and a half later, I quietly walked out the bedroom door leaving Kate sawing logs and peeked around the corner. Cam’s door was still shut. I wasn’t sure what emotion flowed through me, but I didn’t like it. My jeans were unbuttoned and my shirt draped over my bare shoulder as I tiptoed over to her doorway and listened, putting my ear near the door. It was quiet.
    “If you’re looking for Ham, he left,” she snickered from the dark kitchen. I spun around.
    FUCK! “Oh hey.  There you are. I wanted to apologize about the ass comment earlier,” I lied and glanced at her just in time to see her staring at my unbuttoned jeans. She stopped stirring what ever it was she was stirring. I buttoned my jeans.
    “So you don’t like my ass then?”
    “No, that’s not what I said. I think your ass is spectacular, but the way I said it was less than…respectful. What are you stirring?” 
    “Brownies. Well as long as we are apologizing, I’m sorry for thinking you were dumb, but I won’t agree that I couldn’t teach you a thing or two,” she said then lowered her gaze when she realized how that comment came out.
    “I’ll go ahead and leave that comment alone,” I said, sliding my t-shirt over my head.
    She laughed and it made my heart melt. “Yeah, thanks,” she whispered.
    “I should probably go,” I said, but no part of me wanted to leave.
    She held up the spoon, batter dripping back into the bowl. “You don’t want to stay for a brownie?” Her glasses-less green eyes held mine for a second then glanced away. There was no way I was leaving now when we were actually being nice to each other.
    “I think I will stay lil’ Betty Crocker.”
    She smiled and I felt ridiculously cheesy that my heart swelled.  What the hell was it about this