Page 63 of Wreck Me

He tensed. “Looks and grins? Who?”

“What?”

“Who was it?”

“No clue. I don’t exactly know everybody here like you do.”

“Then describe them to me.”

I held up my hand. “Calm down. It’s fine. Honestly.”

He resisted for a moment, then thankfully let it go and opened his sandwich. It was cut in half and as he saw me looking, he held one out to me. “It’s a BLT. Want some?”

“Mayo?”

“Mustard.”

I chuckled. “I thought I was the only one who went for mustard on a BLT.”

“Nah, I hate mayo on everything.”

Me too. “Aren’t you going to be hungry if I have half?”

“I’ll be fine. You, on the other hand, haven’t eaten all day. As I tell Caleb far too often, you can’t just subsist on coffee.”

“How do you know I haven’t eaten?”

“You missed breakfast and you’ve been in class all morning, up until twenty minutes ago when you came in here. And now I see you didn’t order any food here either.”

While it was disconcerting that he’d observed that much, I was also noticing a considerate and almost sweet aspect to it too.

I sighed and gestured at the design I’d tossed into the middle of the table. “I was busy working on that.”

“Let me have a look for you. Take this,” he said, holding the sandwich out closer. “Eat, woman. Jesus.”

I grinned and took it from him.

The first bite was mouthwatering. “Damn, this is so good.”

“Only the best at Luxe.” He winked. “To keep all us rich fucks happy.”

He had me chuckling again and I saw him grin, his sexy eyes lighting up that he’d managed to pull that from me.

And then, as I munched on the sandwich, he brought my design close and studied it.

“You’re using line weight correctly. Very well actually.”

“Well, that’s my jam already.”

“The whole art background, yeah,” he murmured to himself.

“It’s all the rest, though.”

“The symbols are all right on. This is good, especially for your first try.” His fingers hovered over the paper. “You’re gonna want to flip your doors. For a standard entry door, you want it to swing inside of the house, not outside of the house.”

“Oh, dammit.”

“It’s not a big deal. First year students make that mistake more often than you’d think.” He studied it for a few more moments. “All right, so it’s a space and flow issue.”

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