Page 8 of Trusting Tanner
She turned to Tanner, a warm smile brightening her already stunning features. “See you in class tomorrow.”
“I wouldn’t dream of missing it.” He watched them walk away, loving the natural sway to her hips. Letting out a low whistle, he turned and headed for the dining hall.
Chapter Three
Devon took a seat at the two-person table located near the emergency exit, and Juliana slid into the seat across from him. They’d spent almost two hours at the bookstore downtown, incorrectly thinking they’d get in and out faster than if they’d gone to the campus bookstore.
“I’m going to eat one of everything on the menu.”
He’d been complaining nonstop about how hungry he was, which made the bookstore experience much worse. Finally, she’d bought him two candy bars to shut him up.
“Let’s figure out what we’re eating, then I want to hear about this new roommate of yours.” He leaned back in his chair and grinned.
“I really am glad to be back on campus,” she said. It had been an excruciatingly long, lonely summer. As usual.
The waitress was at their table before they could grab the menus tucked behind the napkin dispenser. “Can I get you two something to drink?”
“I’ll take a large Pepsi, extra ice, please,” Devon said.
“Me, too.” Instead of fighting the downtown crowds, they’d opted to have lunch at the diner located within walking distance of campus. It was quaint, and they had the best food.
“Do you need some time with the menu?” the waitress asked.
“Nope. We’ll have an order of chili cheese fries, mozzarella sticks, jalapeno poppers, and a double order of chicken quesadillas.”
“Oh, um, we no longer have quesadillas.” She looked up from her pad. “We took them off the menu a couple of months ago.”
Devon’s eyes widened, and he gave an exaggerated gasp. Then he covered his mouth with his hand for dramatic effect. “No,” he said, drawing out the word. “I demand to speak with your manager.”
The girl’s face turned bright red. Juliana kicked his leg under the table and turned to her. “He’s kidding. Bring us everything else, please.”
The waitress nodded then rushed off.
“You’re rotten.” Juliana shifted in her seat.
Devon grinned. “The quesadillas are my favorite. I’m seriously bummed.”
“So I’ll make you some this weekend.”
“Deal.” He leaned forward and folded his arms on the table. “So, how was your summer?”
“Oh, you know. The usual. Spent the days falling head over heels in love with a sexy stranger who rocked my sexual world every night only to leave me heartbroken and alone. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to love again.” She gave a dramatic sigh.
“I hope that’s your way of saying you’re single and not your way of telling me you’re still hung up on Zach.”
God, she was so over Zach. She might not be over what he’d done to her, but she had no lingering feelings for him. Except maybe anger and hatred and disgust.
“Please tell me you didn’t spend all summer alone again.” He frowned.
“You get on my case about this at the start of every semester, and I’m not going to listen to it again. So just don’t, okay?” She changed the subject before he could harp on her anymore. “How was your summer?”
“Not bad. I met someone. We had a good time, but that’s all it was. She wasn’t looking for anything serious.”
Juliana shook her head. He always said that. “They never are, are they?”
“No.” He sighed. “But you have no room to judge. I haven’t seen you even look at another guy since Zach.” His tone was kind and compassionate.
That wasn’t true. She’d been looking at Tanner quite a bit. “Zach proved boyfriends are more trouble than they’re worth.” She frowned, fighting back the hot anger that boiled her blood every time his name came up.
