I glanced back. The girl was watching us, but she wasn’t watching from fascination or interest. That wasn’t what I was sensing from her.
The chick was gorgeous. That was obvious, and I hadn’t been surprised when Sam let it slip that her roommate was a model. She had the height, but there was something different about her. While Logan was hitting on her, she’d seemed more interested in me, but I hadn’t gotten a sexual vibe from her. It was like she was just…interested?
Her eyes were on me, and she jerked backward into the room. Before she did, I caught the surge of color on her cheeks.
I frowned. “Is your roommate okay?” I asked.
Sam and Logan turned to me. The attitude from both of them changed instantly.
Logan’s eyebrows dropped together. “What do you mean? Like, in-the-head, okay?”
“Yeah,” Sam shared a concerned look with Logan before turning back to me. “What do you mean?”
“She seems…different.”
Sam waved that off. “She’s an avid football fan. She was talking my ear off about your and Logan’s stats before you came back with the rest of my stuff.”
Logan’s mouth dropped. “I did all that work, and she knows my stats? What the hell? I even did the fast-food joke. Most girls drop their pants for that one.”
“She’s a model.”
“So? Models can like me, too.”
Sam added, “She’s probably used to guys hitting on her left and right.”
“That’s true.” Logan rubbed his chin. “My stats, huh? Football turns her on?” His eyes flickered to me, and he laughed. “Talk about awkward. You can never bone Sam in her dorm room. You don’t know her level of fandom. She could be daydreaming that you’re boning her or worse.” He shuddered. “My joke about the sex-tape equipment just took on a whole new meaning.”
I rolled my eyes but asked Sam, “She’s a fan? That’s it?”
She nodded. “I’m surprised she didn’t ask for your autograph. Her dad is friends with your coach or something. And she knows your dad, too.”
That got Logan’s attention again. “Our dad? James?”
“That’s what she said.”
I relaxed a little bit. “Find out her dad’s name, but that makes me feel better. You’ll be safe with her?”
“I think so. She didn’t come off as scary to me.”
“Scarily hot, you mean,” Logan shot in, grinning.
“Can you turn down your moods?” Sam frowned at him. “You go from pissy to being drunk. You’re hitting on my roommate to I don’t even know what, and now, you’re back to being sexually suggestive?”
“What? That’s what being Logan is all about. I’m like a ping-pong ball. I’m all over the place. Too fast for you to catch.”
Sam shook her head. “I’m going back to my room. I’m unpacking. I’m going to meet my floor advisor and maybe go get my textbooks with my roommate.” She glared at Logan. “I’m leaving. I’m going to try to be normal.”
She pressed a kiss to me before squeezing my hand.
“I’ll text you later.”
She nodded, waving to us before going through the crowd of girls and mothers who were still watching us.
Logan noticed them, too, and frowned. “Check it out. All the dudes are probably inside, putting the bunk beds together.” He gestured to himself and pretended to do a curtsy. “Logan Kade. You heard the name here first.” He threw to Sam, “Normal’s overrated, by the way.”
“Screw off, Logan.”
Some of the women broke out in laughter. One mother clapped, but Sam went back to her room. She was safe. That was all I was worried about. She had to be safe.
“Let’s go.” I headed for the stairs.
Logan waited until we were closer to the vehicle before he asked, “You didn’t see anything unusual up there?”
I knew what he was referring to. Climbing into my vehicle, I waited for him to get into the passenger side before I pulled out of the parking lot. “No. I checked every room. Did you?”
He nodded. “All chicks. I didn’t see anyone with a picture of Park Sebastian in their room.” He paused and then said, “Sam’s going to be pissed if she realizes we were up there, canvassing her floormates.”
I didn’t care. “We needed to make sure she would be safe.”
“The back door locks, so no one can get through that way.”
I nodded. “I asked around. A front-desk clerk is always on duty, so no one can sneak her in and out that way.”
“Sam might be safe there, maybe safer than if she lived with us. There are lots of witnesses, you know.”
“That’s my thinking.”
That was the entire reason for heading up with her to the room. Helping her move everything up was the other reason, but the main one was to scope everything out—her resident advisor, her neighbors. The place was an all-girls dorm, but I wouldn’t put it past Sebastian to get some girl to help spy on Sam.