“What the fuck?” I can’t believe what I’m reading. I look up at Logan, who’s eyes are wide.
“What is it? Who is he?” Logan turns his body around to face me better.
“His name is Martin Rogers and he’s on the board of trustees at the University.”
“Are you serious? Fuck,” he breathes out. “What are we going to do?”
“There’s nothing we can do. We have no proof of what he did, and even if we did it would be swept under the carpet. They’re high-profile, stinking rich pricks, they all take care of their own, have each other’s backs. It would be his word against ours.”
“Shit, man… Are you gonna tell Quinn?”
My stomach sinks. “No. She doesn’t need something else to worry about. I’m going to keep a closer eye on her around campus from now on. Luckily, the visits from the board are rare, only once or twice a year, but judging by the article, he’s going to be around for a couple of days this week.”
“Well, you know where I am if you need back up, you know, like disposing of the body. I have tarp and shovel in the back of my truck, it’s yours if you need it.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I chuckle.
If only Icouldkill the dirty bastard, I would if I thought for even a second that I’d get away with it, but would it even be worth going to prison if it meant getting him off the streets and away from Quinn and any other girl he’s set his sights on?
Yeah it would.
Chapter 42
Quinn
I’m stillsmiling. I don’t think I’ve stopped smiling all weekend, even after Dwight dropped me off yesterday, I just can’t seem to stop. This weekend was perfect. The fact that we didn’t have to worry about who might see us, and we could just enjoy beingtogether was everything and more.
I’m in the middle of one of my many assignments, drowning in a sea of books that are spread out around me as I sit in the campus library when Amy finds me, slamming a book down next to me, and because I’m wearing earphones, my music blasting into my ears, she startles me.
I pull the buds from my ears. “Christ, you trying to give me a heart attack?”
She drops into the seat next to me and food her arms. “I’ve been impatiently awaiting you to text all weekend. So, are you going to tell me about your weekend with Dwight or not?”
“It was amazing.” I beam. “Easily one of the best weekends I’ve ever had.”
She squeals excitedly. “Gah! I’m so happy for you. Okay, I want details! I want you to tell me everything.”
I roll my eyes. “Why?”
“Because your love life, well, life in general is much more exciting than mine, so as of now, I’m opting to live vicariously through you. So, come on, spill.”
I take a deep breath and fill her in on the entire weekend, the whole story. I can’t get over the feeling that comes over me as I tell her the story, being able to tell someone, and share my excitement rather than having to keep it to myself. It’s a nice feeling.
“I seriously need to find a hot, older guy to whisk me away for a romantic weekend. I’m missing out.”
“I mean, Dwight has an insanely hot brother-in-law. You remember the one we saw Dwight with, in the coffee shop one morning?”
“Yeah I remember, seems like a total player, though.”
“But he’s a lot of fun from what Dwight tells me, and a really nice guy. Say the word and I can set it up.”
She shakes her head. “I wouldn’t be his type.”
“And what type is that Miss Know-it-all?”
She straightens her glasses, sliding them back up her nose from where they’ve fallen. “The nineteen year-old dull and nerdy type who just happens to still have her V card. Who’s going to want that?”
“Amy, stop that! You’reeveryone’stype, and if a man can’t see you for who you are, then he’s a total asshole. Hey, if I was batting for the other team, I’d totally fuck the shit out of you.”
