Page 90 of Chaos At Second Sight

“My assignment.”

Between my laptop, three enormous textbooks, a notebook, and a rainbow of sticky notes, I’d colonized almost the entire table. He had to resort to using the remaining corner above his shut laptop.

“Need help?” he asked, watching my fingers race across the keyboard.

“You have your own work.”

“Yours is more important.” His gaze drifted to my notebook with interest, then he squinted. “Wow, for a second I thought you could write in Arabic.”

I snapped my notebook shut. “Logan, I care about your grades. You should too.”

“Why? I already learn loads from Dad and our Beta. Business isn’t brain surgery. It’s easy.”

“You’ll only excel if you love what you do.” Life was too short to spend most of it doing work you didn’t love. Everyone deserved a career that fulfilled them, matched their passions, and made them happy.

“I like business, I just don’t care about grades. I listen in class⁠—”

“You skip half your lectures!”

“Between wereball, Alpha work, and you, something has to give.”

“But—”

He held up the crumpled paper. “It’s basically finished! I just have to fix up some things and change the name.”

“Someone did your assignment? That’s cheating!”

He wasn’t remotely guilty. “He offered first! Wanted a photo and tickets.”

“What if you get caught?”

“Your question insults me, Bunny Doc! I had no time for this assignment. Got an exam on Monday.”

“You do?” I sent him my best disapproving look. “You can’t spend the weekend at my pack then! You need to study.”

“Nah.” His thumb stroked the back of my hand. “I just need to pass.”

Before I could argue, he nodded toward my books. “For someone with so much studying to do, you sure do talk a lot.”

My cheeks heated and, thinning my lips, I turned back to my loyal friend—my anatomy encyclopedia.

Ten peaceful minutes followed.

Logan started twirling a strand of my hair. A minute later, our fingers were intertwined. Another minute, he kissed my knuckles, staring at my little finger with a silly smile. Eventually, he started nibbling it while he kept doing whatever he was doing with his crumpled paper.

I was halfway through a paragraph on gastric surgery when the table started to shake. I looked down. Logan’s knee was bouncing.

I jabbed him in the ribs, and the vengeful lycan nudged me back, making me squeak.

“Shhh!” came from somewhere behind us.

I ducked my head and returned to my reading.

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