August sent me a smiley face. Then:Shouldn’t you beworking?
Yeah. I should’ve been. Plus I needed to get my mind off the previous night, so I placed my phone face down on the table and didn’t so much as glance its way the remainder of theday.
Just as I was getting up to go, someone filled the office’sdoorframe.
“Did I offend you with my last text?” August asked, leaning his broad shoulder into the doorframe.
“Huh?” I strapped my bag across my body, then lifted my hair to free it from thestrap.
“You never answered me after I told you that you should beworking.”
Oh.I smiled. “I didn’t answer you because I took your advice to heart.Iworked.” I grabbed the travel mug I’d cleaned earlier and carried it over to him. “Thanks again for thecoffee.”
“Same one tomorrowmorning?”
“You don’t need to make me coffee every morning,August.”
“I live next door. Besides, I make a pot for myself. Pouring it into a mug and dropping it off isn’t toohard.”
“Well then, sure.” I extended the mug, and he took it, our fingersbrushing.
A little jolt went through myhand.
Static.
Or maybe it was thelink.
I stuck both my hands into the back pockets of myjeans.
“Got any plans tonight?” His voice sounded a littlerough.
The blood pounding against my eardrums probably created this distortion, because his expression was entirelynormal.
“I’m having dinner with a UCB jock. What aboutyou?”
“A UCB jock?” He straightened up, which seemed to give him an extra inch. “You’reserious?”
“As a heartattack.”
Hegrunted.
I flicked his pec. He didn’t rub the spot I’dflicked.
Instead, he crossed his arms, tendons pinching underneath the skin. “What’s the guy’sname?”
“Why?”
“Just wondering if I knowhim.”
I smiled a little. “You knowhim.”
His pupils pulsed. “Really? Is itDavid?”
“David? Who’sDavid?”
“Dexter’s cousin. The kid with the birthmark under the eye. He plays football at UCB. He’s ajunior.”
“Oh. No.”If David’s a junior, thus two years older than I am, and you think he’s a kid, what does that make me?“My date’s actually the former running back for the ColoradoBuffaloes.”
