“Wait.” She stops, blinking at me. “You’re kidding, right?”
“I am so not kidding, Nancy Drew.”
Fuck.
I did not mean to call her that.
It was what I used to call her back when we were kids, because she had the makings of a kick-ass detective and I’d often find her reading the novels when she was waiting at the edge of thefootball pitchfor me. There was just something about the way she concentrated, her forehead scrunching up as she tried to guess the ending before she got there, that got to me. And those damn horoscopes. I’d never even looked at them before, but it was so much fun watching her trying to apply them to whatever happened to her during the day. I didn’t really understand it, but I knew at the time we were meant to be together.
Right. Little did I know she’d dump me the first time I couldn’t do what she wanted. That she’d just turn around and walk away without a backward glance.
I drop her bag at the door of the dorm, noticing the way some of the other female guests turn to drink in the scene of me – the CEO and head instructor, not a meet-and-greeter – helping a guest to the dorm.
“See you tomorrow,” I bark, stepping back.
She bites her lip in that just-Grace way and then nods quickly. I wish I could reach into her mind and figure out what she’s thinking right now. “See you tomorrow, Harry.”
I turn and pace away, opening and closing my hands into fists.
This is not going to be as easy as I thought, not by a long shot.
