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“Which is insane. Who pays for a three-bedroom condo they never see?”

“I think she used to have a roommate or something. Then she had all these plans for a business she was going to run on the side out of the other room. Things picked up at work and she doesn’t have time, but it all worked out in our favor.

“As long as we don’t get ratted out, it’s perfect. I’m not moving back to that dorm. They can’t make me.” I pout.

Taylor laughs. “Unfortunately, my parents would have a fit. Boarding is expensive and they would freak over the lack of campus security.”

I roll my eyes. “Not once they get a look at those guys. They are either out of shape or creepy. I swear that one dude be following me.”

“The one with the shifty eyes?” she gasps.

“Yup, you know exactly who I’m talking about. I can’t stand his ass. I keep my pepper spray on me.”

“You and me both.”

My phone rings as we get to the entrance of the restaurant. I look to find it’s Dez. I want to ignore him, but I’ve avoided his last few calls.

“Hey, I need to take this,” I say to Taylor.

“Want me to order for you? My treat.”

“Sure, I’ll have whatever you have and an egg roll.”

“Got you.”

She bounces into the restaurant with that infectious smile of hers on her face. I like Taylor a lot. She’s made this all easier.

“Hello,” I say into the phone.

“I thought you forgot about me. What’s all this about you going to college out of state? I thought we were going to spend time getting to know each other more.”

“I’ve always wanted to get my degree. I got accepted and was offered a scholarship. I don’t see why that or my dreams had to go to waste.”

“Pretty and smart. I might have lucked out after all. You’re coming to stay with me on your next break. Our fathers agree it will be a good thing.”

That’s nice for them. I’m so happy they are enjoying planning my life. I roll my eyes but hold all that in.

I’m fuming by the second. They are forcing this on me, and no one has asked what I want. Not to mention the fact that I never gave Dez my number; my father did.

“Keep in touch,my girl. Don’t do anything you shouldn’t out there. I don’t like sharing what’s mine.” He hangs up before I can reply.

However, I didn’t miss the hint of a threat in his words. I’m not his and he can kick rocks. His words make me want to find the next guy who smiles my way and pounce on him.

I turn to head into the restaurant and plow right into something hard. I stumble back a little and look up to see what the heck I just ran into.

My eyes lock with intense blue-gray ones. The guy stares back at me until recognition fills his gaze. A grin comes to his lips, causing his dimples to pop as he begins to look me over from head to toe.

“Sorry about that,” I murmur.

I feel so gross now that he’s appraising me. Not because he is but because of what I look like. This is the second time I’m seeing this guy while looking a hot mess.

“You were at freshman orientation,” he says with that sexy smile turned up a notch, deepening his cute-ass dimples.

“Yeah, I was.”

He shifts his bag of food to his other hand and sticks the now free one out. I look at his hand, then look back up at his eyes. This guy is drop-dead gorgeous. I take his hand and smile.

“I’m Cameron, but you can call me Cam,” he says—with a Texas accent that’s so attractive with his deep voice—as he shakes my hand and runs his thumb back and forth across my skin.

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