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I… I had no words.

The guy started to step away, but I cut him off again. I held up a hand. “Why doesn’t she do cars?”

“No idea.” He shouldered his bag, sighing. “It’s not something she talks about, and I don’t ask. There’d be no point anyway. I’m sure you’ve noticed from dating Fawn, if she doesn’t want to talk about something, she doesn’t.”

I looked at her, frowning. She was on her knees, shoving gear into her bag.

“Anyway, don’t mention I said anything, okay? I don’t want it to be a thing, or cause drama, but I wish she’d take care of that.” He glanced her way. “It’s obviously getting in her way.”

He stalked off, heading toward her. He bent down and got his own stuff, and I just watched. He’d asked how she and I got around, and I did think back to the few times I’d tried to get her in a car. The last time, she’d said she would just come to that party with Heath. And the first?

Well, she ran from me.

CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE

Fawn

I shook out my umbrella in the coffeehouse. Rainy days were the worst. I had to take a lot of bus transfers to get around campus, and my umbrella only did so much.

My socks soaked, I squished my way up to the register, the place packed. Another thing about rainy days was that others liked to hide out from the downpours too.

Yeah, I hated rainy days.

For so many reasons, I hated them, my hand on my umbrella as I waited in the long-ass line. I’d been trying to peer around it when someone called my name.

But I didn’t recognize the woman. Dark, almost black hair hit her shoulders, her hand up, and when she tugged the guy next to her, I blinked.

So I recognized him, the guy towering over her. A coffee in his hand, Wolf was adding creamer to it from the self-service area. The woman had her hand on his arm, though, and he turned around, his hood up over his hair. His wild curls pushed out the front of a Pembroke University Football hoodie, Wolf’s jeans sitting low and tight on his thick legs. I hadn’t seen him since the weekend and hadn’t wanted to see him.

Well, he was definitely seeing me now, those dark eyes of his flashing. He exchanged a glance between the woman and me, and something akin to panic flashed across his handsome face. He started to touch the woman, but she was already stepping away.

“That’s her, right?” she questioned, her hand up again. I didn’t know her, but seeing her standing next to Wolf, I definitely saw the similarities. She looked just like him, and the only person who had more on that than him was his sister, Sloane.

The woman was like the smaller version of her. She only came up to about Wolf’s shoulder, and Sloane was definitely taller than that.

“Uh, yeah,” Wolf stated, his fingers flowing into his feathery locks. He whipped around those thick curls peeking out from his hood before pulling the hood down. “That’s Fawn.”

“I knew it.” And just like, the woman was coming over, and I was frozen with wet socks and no choice but to let it happen. I mean, what could I do?

I was trapped.

The woman smelled like vanilla, the air filled with it when she came over. She put a hand on Wolf. “So, you’re going to introduce me, right? To your girlfriend?”

Oh… crap.

It seemed Wolf and I shared the same thought, his expression pinched, tight. He had a hand on the woman too, and he looked about two seconds from tugging her away. “Mom, this is Fawn.”

Mother. Mom.

Of course.

Now, I was in a predicament here, but I still had a choice. There were two actually. One was I could blow this whole thing out of the water right now. I told Wolf this game of his was off after how he’d treated me.

The other was me moving closer to Wolf, my arm sliding around him. This was the second option, and I think the only one more surprised I chose that was him.

A stiffness hit his back as I settled my arm there, but only for a second before he hooked an arm around my neck. The familiarity of it touched a quiver in my stomach.

Relax.

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