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He doesn’t talk to her about that kind of stuff? “Good, as far as I know. We both got A’s on our last Psych test.”

He nods. “She was always smart. Way more than me or her mom.”

Though I’m tempted to ask what the deal is with her mom, that should come from Lexie herself.

He fishes his keys out of his pocket, turning toward an older looking black car. “If you need help with her, let me know.”

My brows narrow. “Help?”

“When she pushes you away. She does it with everyone.”

He leaves me standing there, contemplating his words. While it’s good to know it’s not just me she does it with, it also pushes me even more to make it so she’snotlike that with me. I’ve already snuck my way in around a lot of her barriers.

So what will it take to get all the way in?

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

ETHAN

“So we’ll seeyou at six, okay?” Amber confirms. “It’ll be at Heather’s dorm this time. It’s right next to Chapman Hall. Second floor.”

“Got it,” I tell her, my hand on Lexie’s lower back as I steer her away toward the exit. Not that it needs to be there, but she hasn’t removed it, at least. “See you in a couple hours.”

“You have to get to Russian Lit?” I ask Lexie as we head down the lecture hall stairs.

“Yeah. And I fell asleep last night before I could finish the chapter I needed to.”

“Here, I’ll help.” I hold open the door for her, walking with her toward the Humanities building. “All you need to know about Russian literature is that something depressing happens, they drink vodka, and a bunch of people die tragically. The end.”

She groans. “That doesn’t help.”

“Okay, okay. What are you reading?”

“Eugene Onegin.”

I mentally sift through the books I’ve read, bringing back the finer details of that one. “All right. Eugene. What a jerk, am I right?”

She sidesteps a guy standing in the middle of the path, returning to my side after. “Yeah. I guess.”

“I mean, he rejects Tatyana, pretends to seduce Olga, then kills Vladimir—”

“He kills Vladimir?”

Shit. “You hadn’t gotten to that part?”

“No, but it’s fine. I need to know in case Dr. Kroft asks. How does he kill him?”

“Shoots him in a duel.”

She scoffs. “God, why are men so stupid?”

I stroke my beard, pretending to mull over her question. “I’d take exception to that, but you’re right. As a whole, we are impressively dumb.”

Ah, and there’s that laugh again.

“Okay, what else happens?”

I continue telling her what I can remember from the book, although it’s been a few years since I read it.

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