“You missed me while I was away,” he stated matter-of-factly.
I furrowed my brows in a sleepy glare. “I did no such thing.”
He sat on the edge of the bed. “It’s okay. You can pretend you didn’t.” Grabbing my hand, he pulled us both to our feet. “Though how many times did you text me?”
“Always know where your predators are,” I grumbled as he guided me toward the couch, dropping me onto an empty leather seat cushion. “Where were you?”
He strolled toward the fridge, pulling out two bottled waters. “Taking care of business.”
“You’re a college kid. Whatbusinessdo you need to take care of?”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” He handed me a water. “A college kid is about number twenty on the list of who I am, Blair.”
He plucked his laptop from the couch, setting it on the table, and the couch dipped as he sat back down.
I rolled my shoulders back as I took a sip of water. “What time is it?”
He checked his watch. “Four thirty.”
“Shit,” I hissed, slapping my hand against my forehead. “I’ve missed all my classes.”
“And?”
“And? Unlikeyou, I have to pass my classes.”
I didn’t know why I thought he didn’t need to pass. But I couldn’t see Arisono expelling him as easily as she would me.
“They’ll pass you,” he said with that same certainty he always had.
I blew out an upward breath, rolling my eyes. “Oh, yes, Professor Nelson really appreciated me falling asleep in his class and then Cedric pretty much putting him in his place in front of the other students. He’ll blame me for that and find a way to fail me.”
“He won’t fail you.” Again, that fucking certainty.
“How do you know?”
“If he fails you, then he’ll have to deal with me. Nelson doesn’t want that. He tried that with my last Fawn and learned his lesson.”
“What was hislesson?”
“None of your business.”
“Speaking of Clarissa …” I let my words trail off in hopes that he’d finish that sentence.
Unfortunately,he didn’t.
He played these games better than I did and knew all the tricks.
“Did you push her out the window?” I finally asked when he didn’t bite.
The corner of his mouth lifted. “Do I look like a man who’d push someone out a window?”
“Yes,” I said with a heavy, certain nod. “You absolutely do.”
He scrubbed a hand over his face. “I didn’t push her out the window. She jumped. Suicide. The facts were clear as day. I wasn’t even on campus that day.”
“But Jett?—”
“I thought we’d already established Jett was a liar.”
