Page 27 of Love JD

?? Poor spoiled heiress and her

unwanted bodyguards

Isla:

Poor fired bodyguard. No thank you.

Yeti:

I didn’t ask your opinion for a reason.

He’s highly rated, and it’s only for three days.

Isla:

No

Yeti:

I know you think I’m bluffing,

but I assure you, I’m not.

I couldn’t help but smile. Zev kidnapping me would be hilarious to see. Tristan would eviscerate him if he did something that loony.

Isla:

Bet

Yeti:

I don’t speak generation stupid.

Don’t fuck with me, Isla

Isla:

If I can lose him, then agree to call him off

because he probably isn’t

very good if I can shake him.

Yeti:

Last warning

I grinned outright. It was really fun to spar with Zev. Especially when he was 500 miles away and couldn’t do jack shit. Plus, this was the only time I felt kind of human instead of a walking curiosity.

I gave my professor my attention after that, scribbling notes on the test prep sheet she had handed out, and I listened while she went over which topics would be covered on the final. I felt confident about this one because I loved ecology, and now that I’d finally entered the last leg of my degree, all my classes were specific to what I actually wanted to do.

When the class ended, I pushed my arms through the straps of my backpack and strode down the sloping lecture hall floor, my gray sneakers squeaking against the polished cement floors. I approached my professor after waiting in line for a few minutes, and she turned to me with an inquisitive eyebrow raise. “Hey professor Linden. I’ve got a question.”

“Sure,” she smiled, her bright red lipstick cracking along the fine line wrinkles along her upper lip.

“Can I go through the lab exit?”

May days in Utah had a way of starting off as chilly sweatshirt weather and progressing to pizza-oven hot by the afternoon. I’d worn a loose “National Park” T-shirt the color of wet moss, and by lunchtime, I had to tie my hoodie around my waist. I looked like a dork, but if I were honest, that was on brand for me.

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