I glance at my phone. “In twenty.”
“Sounds good. So, did you guys talk, at least? Did you find out more about her?”
“I asked her a couple of questions, and she dodged every single one of them. I can’t tell whether she’s dissing me or whether she’s just straight-up weird.”
“She’s dissing you,” Carrie trills, picking her way back across the living room. “The more you tell us, the more I like the girl.”
Don pulls her onto his lap. “So—that’s it? No intel or anything?”
“I tried to do a little digging around, but she’s basically friendless. Nobody on campus knows a thing about her.” I frown. “Don’t you think that’s kinda weird?”
“Maybe she threatened to hurt them if they spoke up,” Lane offers, his eyes glued to his laptop.
“Did you ask the dean?” Carrie asks. “He might have some thoughts.”
“We were planning on going to him with a short list so we don’t waste too much of his time. Adam scheduled an appointment with him for next week.”
“You said she arrived in September.” Adam shrugs. “Some people take a while to make friends.”
I snicker. “Dude, look at Carrie. Evenshemanaged to make a couple of friends faster than that.”
“Burn in hell,” Carrie sings.
The way she’s glaring at me now, I’m pretty sure she’s imagining setting fire to me herself.
I turn to Don. “Wow. What’s up with your girlfriend, man? The singing… It’s intense.”
“She’s really into this musician trilogy, lately.”
“Who has the trophy, by the way?” Lane asks.
Carrie does a little victory dance. “Yours truly.”
“What’d she do to earn it?”
“If only you knew, Lewis. She—”
“Don’t even go there, Don,” Carrie warns. “If you want a repeat, don’t you dare say a word.”
Carrie’s threat seems to work. Don’s lips clamp shut as he mouths a “sorry” at me.
“Okay, so if we just circle back to the Firebird situation…”
“Doesn’t she have, like, a name?” Carrie asks.
“Amy,” I mutter.
“There’s still time to tame her, man.”
“I guess you’re the expert.” I jerk my chin at his girlfriend and jump to my feet. “Duty calls. Catch you at practice, Don. And as for you guys—see you later.”
Adam shakes his head. “Nope. I’m in Washington with Amelia this weekend. Got a flight out of here this afternoon. I’ll see you on Monday.”
“Lois and I are doing a movie night,” adds Lane.
Don wiggles his eyebrows. “And I have a trophy to win back.”
One by one, I take in their faces. I give up.
