Page 7 of Forever Your Touch

“Yeah, well, Keith never told me his sister was JoJo either.” Fucking Keith. His ass was grass.

She laughed. “He doesn’t usually tell people.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not just anyone.”

She quirked an eyebrow in question.

“I talk about your show all the time. HeknowsI’m a fan. Fucker never said a word.”

Her laughter filled the truck. “He talks about your show.”

“What?” His eyes widened. Keith told her about his show? Jo had over two million subscribers, while he barely scraped together a little over a hundred thousand.

“I checked it out.”

His head snapped around to stare at her.

“Once.”

His ego deflated like a burst balloon. Once. She’d watched itonce.

“You’re funny.”

Once.

Shit.

Here he was, gushing like some damn woman, and she’d only seen his channel once. Fuck.

“Thanks.” He turned into the campus and drove straight to the bookstore.

“What are you majoring in?” she asked as they made their way inside.

“Computer science and engineering with a minor in communications.”

“Hmm.”

“Hmm, what?” He opened the door for her, not liking her tone at all.

“You just don’t seem like the science kind of guy, is all.”

“Really? What do I seem like?”

She dug her schedule out and led the way into the rows of books. When she didn’t answer him, he got irritated, something that almost never happened. He refused to let anything get to him. Life was too short to go around angry.

“Josephine, what do I seem like?”

Her blue eyes twinkled when they met his. “A flirt, comedian, maybe a football jock, and definitely a frat boy.”

Jo worked hard to keep the smile off her face when his eyes narrowed. He was hard not to like. She understood how he and her brother became best friends overnight. He just had that kind of personality. She wanted to be pissed at him, but she couldn’t.

“Busted.” He flashed her another one of those megawatt smiles designed to melt the panties right off a girl. “I am all of those things, though I don’t play football anymore.”

“Hey, Mason!”

They turned to see several girls a few feet away, eyeing Mason like he was man candy. Well, he was, but still. Women shouldn’t ogle him like he was. Do it from a distance. Have some class about it.

“Ladies.” He nodded and smiled at them. She didn’t see a spark of recognition in his eyes. “Y’all are looking mighty fine. Coming by the house tonight? Big party going on.”

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