“Do you need any help with materials?”
She watched him blow on a bite of food and slip his tongue out to taste it. She swallowed. “What?”
He chuckled. “I asked if you needed classroom supplies, experiment materials, anything of that nature?”
“Oh.” She frowned. “I’ll have to let you know. For now, I don’t.”
“Okay.”
She ate, testing the temperature much as Davis did. When she picked up her glass, she hardly noticed someone had refilled it.
“Have you heard from Reagan?” he asked a few moments later.
“Oh, I did. She sent me a card to wish me a good first week. I hope to see her soon. She’s got too much on her plate this weekend.”
“Grant told me he and Alex have set a date.”
Luna’s eyebrows went up. “Great news.” She really liked Alex; she was perfect for Grant, her best girlfriend’s brother.
“April fourth.”
Eight months away. “That’s an interesting choice.”
“She’ll be on spring break and they’ll have the chance to take a few days to themselves.”
Luna nodded at his explanation. “I’m so happy for them.”
“Wonder when Hudson will get off his ass and propose to Reagan.”
Davis didn’t like Hudson and never had. Hudson had never made any secret of the fact he didn’t particularly care for Davis either. Luna knew Davis thought the way Hudson treated Reagan in the beginning of their relationship was wrong, stringing her along and changing his mind about what he wanted. Davis was less offended by the fact that Hudson had been her professor at the time than he was by the treatment he felt she’d received at Hudson’s hands.
“They’re waiting until she graduates, Davis,” Luna reminded him.
“So they say.”
“Think of all the times someone has told them he’s ruining her life and all that nonsense. That she’ll drop out and be a kept woman or some shit because he’ll interfere with her education. She wants to prove everyone wrong, especially his parents.”
“Now, one thing we can agree on is that Hudson’s parents are assholes,” Davis said wryly.
“Is it any wonder he comes off as cold? He’s had them to deal with his whole life. She makes him a better person, you know.” Hudson wasn’t close to anyone other than Reagan, at least as far as Luna could tell.
“Right, but what does he give her in return?”
“Happiness.”
He conceded the point and went back to his dinner.
Finishing off another glass of wine, Luna felt the buzz as it traveled through her body, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t driving, and she had nowhere to be tomorrow. She wanted to let loose for a change. She held her glass up and smiled at the wine guy when he came back with a second bottle. Or was it their third? Luna wasn’t sure.
“I miss this,” Davis commented as he sat back in his seat and lifted his glass.
“Miss what?” she asked. He looked so handsome in the candlelight that Luna had to look down at the tablecloth.
“Seeing you.”
Luna looked back up. “We see each other all the time.”
Davis put a hand up. “No, not since we graduated. It went from every day, or close to it, to every weekend. Sometimes less than that.”
