“Hawk,” he says, nodding.
“Jared,” I reply, tone perfectly casual.
I don’t move or don’t look away and neither does he.
Delilah, to her credit, at least has the decency to look a little guilty about being late.
“Took you long enough,” I say idly.
“Sorry,” she says, not sounding remotely sorry. “We ran into traffic.”
“Traffic? In Mountain Springs? Crazy,” I say dryly.
She rolls her eyes. “Are we working or not?”
“Yeah,” I say, finally flicking my gaze back to Jared. “We’re working. Greer and I have important things to do. You good to go, man?”
Jared’s jaw ticks slightly, but he keeps his expression cool.
“See you around, Delilah,” he says, giving her one last slow once-over. I want to punch him in the face.
Then he drives off.
I wait exactly three seconds before turning to her.
“So,” I say casually, stuffing my hands in my pockets. “Why the fuck were you with him?”
Delilah narrows her eyes. “Why do you care?”
I shrug. “I don’t.”
She raises a brow. “Really? Because you seem pretty worked up for someone who doesn’t care.”
“Just making conversation, Mittens.”
Her jaw tightens at the nickname. “I don’t owe you an explanation, Hawkins. Can we go work now?”
“By all means.” I gesture grandly. “Where to, your highness?”
Delilah pushes past me, leading the way toward campus.
“Library or the engineering building?” she asks.
“Engineering building,” I say immediately.
“Because it’s closer or because you just don’t want to step foot in a library?”
“Bit of both.”
She scoffs but doesn’t argue.
Delilah pushes past me, leading the way toward campus. Which means I get a good view of her ass as she’s walking ahead of me. And okay. Fine. Maybe I’ve always been aware that Delilah is…
Well.
Fucking gorgeous.
Not in an obvious way. Not in a soft, delicate, girl-next-door way. But in her own way with sharp edges and confidence, long legs and dark eyes, and a mouth that always looks like it’s about to tell you off. She’s never been my type.
