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him. The damp spikes of his hair hung low across his brow, and the hard set of his eyes and mouth and, well, damn it, everything else about him reminded her of what a total ass he was and how much she didn’t like him.
    “Cop. Met him at court. Solid eight on the hot scale. Knows a bunch of people over at the firm.”
    “You excited?”
    “Ehh. I’m open.”
    Yeah.
    Tyler stopped where he was and looked up to her window. Their eyes met, and all the hot and hard and hostile got lost in the lopsided grin that broke out across his face, his right brow arching all
well-who-do-we-have-here
as he watched her watch him.
    Carefully maintaining her look of disdain, Maggie trapped a piece of Booty between her index and middle fingers and held it up with the snap of her wrist at the window.
    Ava snorted. “What, is that some kind of snack food flip-off? How’s he supposed to know to be offended?”
    Oh, he knew. That world-class smirk working his mouth and nod of understanding confirmed it.
    “Hey, Sam and Ford are back with beer for their movie,” Ava noted as the guys walked up to the gate, stopping beside Tyler.
    “It’s a movie night?” Maggie asked, her brow drawing forward as she watched the conversation happening down at street level. The exchange of knuckles…the laughs.
    What the hell was this?
    “Not for us. They’ve got one of those
Saw
movies, and you know the commercials alone give me nightmares. So no way.”
    Sam and Ford started for the building and feeling better, Maggie popped the bite into her mouth. Only then Sam stopped, saying something she couldn’t make out. Tyler nodded, turned back to her window, and, jutting his chin at her, double-bumped the pinky side of his fists together, Ross style from an old episode of
Friends.
    Damn it,
she tried not to laugh. She didn’t want to give in. Give him the satisfaction.
    But in the end, the absurdity of Three’s flip-off was too much to resist, and not only did she aspirate her bite of Booty and double over choking…but of course,
he
saw it, too.
    Ava shoved the glass in front of her and sighed, “I think I love that guy.”
    Bastard.

Chapter Four

“I can
not
believe he’s here,” Maggie groused, sailing down the hall toward Ford’s kitchen, her eye twitching at the fingernails-down-a-blackboard sound of Apartment Three’s laughter defiling the space behind her. “First I’ve got Sam giving me this whole ‘he’s not so bad’ business, laughing about when he said
this
or
that
. Then suddenly Ford’s out for a run with him. And just when I think it can’t get any worse”—she slammed her tote of cookies on the butcher block and spun on her heel to face a bored-looking Ava—“I walk into Ford’s for our usual game-day hangout, and what do I find? That
ass
sitting in my favorite couch corner with my BFF handing him a beer!
Et tu, Brute? Et tu?
”
    Ava checked her phone. “You know you sound like a lunatic, right?”
    Maggie’s arms crossed. “It’s
him
. He’s making me this way. On purpose. Antagonizing me, intentionally. You heard him—‘Heya, Two’—when I walked in. What the hell is ‘Heya’ anyway?”
    “Um, I think it’s like, ‘Hey you,’ isn’t it?”
    “
Hey. You.
Really nice.”
    Okay, so when she said it like that, it didn’t seem quite the call to throw-down it initially had. But whatever, she knew she was right. The guy was gloating over being in her space.
    And worst of all, his being there caught her so off guard, she hadn’t even had a comeback ready to go. She’d just gawked like a fool through those first few outrage-infused breaths and then turned tail for the kitchen.
    Prying the lid off her cookies, she stewed. She’d left that dickhead with the upper hand.
    “Oh my God, are those what I think they are?” Suddenly, Ava was pressed up close to her side as she stared down with undisguised lust. “I take it back. I can’t believe his nerve showing up like this. And the way he talked to you? What