Page 90 of Dozer

“Dozer, are you ready?” Blade asked.

“Two minutes,” I said to Blade.

She rested her forehead on my chest and shook with laughter. “Sheesh, that scared the shit out of me. I guess I’m just anxious…about talking to my professor. Go. I’ll see you this afternoon. I’m going to get in the shower.”

I kissed her one last time, then found Blade in the living room with Hana.

“I’m staying here,” she said. “I’ll catch a ride with Pippa to school.”

“You might want to have Blade pick you up. She has to meet with some professor after class.”

Hana sat forward. “She told you?”

“Yeah.”

“We gotta roll,” Blade said. He planted a quick kiss on Hana’s lips. “Don’t go anywhere alone. You see a Crawler, you go the other way.”

“I can’t take the gun on campus,” she said.

“Leave it under the seat in Pippa’s car. Keep your knife in your boot.”

She smiled. “Always.”

On our way out the door to the garage, I grabbed the spare house key off the counter and tucked it into my pocket.

We rolled our bikes out of the garage.

“I need to get something out of Pippa’s car.”

I rested my bike and jogged back into the garage. Sitting on the front passenger seat, I popped open the glovebox.

My girl had a lot of shit crammed into a small space. I shifted around tampons, lip balm, and lotion looking for the opener. She had a strip of condoms and a bunch of folded up papers.

My eyes caught on the Eminence U letterhead. I skimmed the note.

I’ve missed you. When can I see you again? Q.

My stomach knotted. I unfolded another note.

You looked beautiful today. Red is your color, but you’re my favorite shade of pink. Q.

I glanced up at the door leading into the house. These notes were none of my business. We both had a past, but I couldn’t stop reading.

To my favorite student,

When you bent over for me today, I wished I had you bent over my desk again. Next time you’re in my office, wear the skirt. I’ll have you screaming in Italian. Q.

What the fuck? These were from her professor. I clutched the paper in my hand. No. Fucking. Way. I glanced at every note. A date? A name? A fucking receipt with a poem written on the back.

Feel me like a shiver in an icy rain. I’ll come quietly in the night.

You’ll tremble as you spread your thighs. I’ll taste. I’ll touch. I’ll fuck.

Because you’ll always be mine.

Q.

Every nerve in my body wanted to find her professor and beat the fuck out of him. Rage burned through my veins. The receipt was from last weekend. She fucking lied. Fuck. Fuck Fuck!

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