I blink at her but keep my mouth shut. Okay, I guess I can’t do that, so I shrug and say, “It was a wrong number.”
“Yeah.” Kara snorts, pointing at me. “And I can tell you with 100 percent certainty that they won’t be callingherback.”
“You really are a bitch, Kara,” Robbi snaps.
“Whatevs.” Kara rolls her eyes. “I’m out of here.”
The only positive part about Kara? She doesn’t live here. Thank God.
Chapter Four
What’s that noise?
I blink and see my room is filled with mostly darkness except for the screen on my laptop. It’s glowing brightly. It’s also where the noise is coming from. My FaceChat app is dinging repeatedly.
“Who the hell is calling me at”—I lean in to read the time on my computer—“three o’clock in thefreaking morning?” At least this time I wasn’t quite asleep yet. Studying for my art history class took me twice as long thanks to the fact that I’m not great at memorization. That and my roommates kept popping into my room last night to ask me more questions, and then Susanna came to apologize for Kara. It was a nice gesture, but I really hope I never see that woman again. She’s got “mean girl” written all over her. I don’t need that. I had that in high school, and I’d hoped it’d be different in college.
Somewhat irritated, I reach out and press the icon on the touch screen. When it opens, I see him. The guy from last night. The hot one.
Because I’ve got manners, I say, “Um, yeah?”
“Evening, love.”
I stare for a second, waiting for the second man to appear. When he doesn’t, I focus my attention on the blond Adonis on the screen. “Hi.”
“You’re awake?”
“I’ve been studying.”
“Studying? You’re a student?”
I nod. “Junior at Iowa State University.”
“Iowa State? You’re at uni?”
Uni?I think about that a sec.Oh… university.“Yes, in the state of Iowa. The midwestern United States.”
“I’ve been to the States, love. New York and Boston.”
“Cool.” I nod again. I’ve never been to either of those places. The farthest east I’ve traveled is Chicago.
“Listen.” I watch as he raises his arm so he can run his fingers through his hair. God, I wish I was taping this, because I think I could watch him do that a million more times. His arms are insane. Patsy would die. And his hair? It looks wet, and it’s longish on the top. Long enough for him to run his fingers through it and mess it up but in a very sexy way. “My apologies for last evening.”
“It was the middle of the night.”
“Indeed. I believe we’re six hours ahead of you.”
I attempt to do the math, but as I’ve said, it’s not my thing. “So, what time is it there?”
“Nine.”
“In the morning?”
“Yes. Just had a workout. I’m a bit knackered.”
“Knackered?”
“Tired. Likeyoumust be. I just wanted to apologize for waking you up last evening.”
