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“You know? Then why didn’t you let their asses fry?”

His eyes jumped around, his mouth opening then closing just as quickly.

“Dean Edwards all but threatened me to come up with something,” I continued. “He thinks I know who did it.”

“You do.”

“So do you.”

He crossed his arms. And I hated that, as angry as I was, I couldn’t stop from noticing the way his biceps bulged.

Focus, Sabrina. Focus.

“I’m not about to pretend this makes sense. But if this touches me, I have no problem telling him what I know.” I spun away from him and took off down the hallway.

“But you didn’t,” he called.

I stopped and glanced over my shoulder at him standing there in his towel. “Because you didn’t. I assumed there was a reason.”

His lips twisted as he seemed to ponder my words.

I didn’t wait for his response. If I had, I had a feeling I would have been waiting for a long freaking time. I turned and left him standing alone in that empty hallway.

CHAPTER FIVE

Sabrina

You know that feeling you get when you sense someone staring at you? Well that’s the feeling I got as soon as I sat down in my communications class the following day. My eyes cut to the right and sure enough Jeremy, the tall guy beside me, stared at me.

“You have a minute to talk after class?” he asked.

I nodded, knowing we only ever spoke about upcoming tests or assignments. I hoped like hell he wasn’t looking for a tutor.

After class I tucked my book and laptop into my messenger bag, wondering if he planned to speak to me there or outside the building.

“So,” he said once the other students exited the classroom.

“So.”

“I wanted to talk to you.”

“Yup. I got that when you said you wanted to talk to me after class.”

He laughed, and it was a damn sexy laugh. It complemented his tall, dark, and athletic build. “Keep them on their toes my grandmother always told me,” he said.

He had a sexy laugh and he was quoting his freaking granny. This was getting interesting.

He stood from his seat and leaned back against his desk. “I was wondering if you’re seeing anyone.”

I grabbed my bag and stood. “Not currently.”

His smile broadened. “Could I take you out tomorrow night?”

Straightforward and no games. I liked that in a guy. “Tomorrow night?”

“Unless you’re busy.”

“I’m not busy.”

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