Me: Everything OK??
Him: Yeah. Cleaning up Logan’s mess. Long story. Tell u later.
I take copious notes during the lecture, more for Garrett’s sake than my own, since I’ve already read ahead and have the latest theory memorized. As Tolbert drones on, my mind drifts. I think about my impending dinner date with Justin, and that uneasy sensation returns, bringing a queasy feeling to my stomach.
Why am I so nervous about it? It’s just dinner. And that’s all it’s going to be. Other girls might put out on the first date, but I’m certainly not one of them.
But Justin is a football player. The girls he dates probably get naked before the menus even arrive. What if he expects that from me?
What if he…
No, I firmly tell myself. I refuse to believe he’s the kind of guy who would pressure someone to sleep with him.
At the forty-five minute mark, Tolbert calls for a break, and all the smokers in the class bolt out as if they’ve been trapped in a mine for two weeks. I head outside too, not to smoke, but to look for Garrett, who still hasn’t made an appearance.
Justin trails after me into the corridor. “I’m grabbing a coffee. Want one?”
“No, thanks.”
His lips curve as he meets my eyes. “Are we still on for Sunday?”
“Yep.”
He gives a pleased nod. “Good.”
I can’t help but admire his butt as he walks off. His cargo pants aren’t super tight, but they hug his ass nicely. His body really is amazing. I just wish I had a better sense of his personality. I still find it difficult to read him, and that bugs me.
That’s why you’re having dinner with the guy—to get to know him.
Right. I force myself to remember that as I shift my attention back to the front doors, right as Garrett strides through them. His cheeks are flushed from the cold and his hockey jacket is zipped all the way up to the collar.
His black Timberlands thud on the shiny floor as he heads toward me. “Hey, what’d I miss?” he asks.
“Not much. Tolbert’s talking about Rousseau.”
Garrett glances at the lecture hall entrance. “Is she in there?”
I nod.
“Okay, good. I’m gonna see if she can give me my midterm back now instead of at the end of class. I’m still dealing with that emergency, so I can’t stay.”
“Are you going to tell me what happened or should I start guessing?”
He grins. “Logan lost his fake ID. He needs it in case we get carded tonight, so I’m driving him to Boston to meet this guy who does ’em on the spot.” He pauses. “You’ve got ID, right? The bouncer at Malone’s knows me and the guys, so we shouldn’t have a problem getting in, but you might.”
“Yeah, I have ID. And by the way, why is Dean having his birthday party on a Monday? How late do you guys plan on staying out?”
“Probably not too late. I’ll make sure you get home whenever you’re ready to go. And it’s on a Monday because Maxwell stole Dean’s thunder by having his party on Saturday. That, and we don’t have ice time on Tuesdays. The team’s in the weight room, and when you’re hung over, it’s a lot easier to lift weights than skate.”
I roll my eyes. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just not be hung over?”
He snickers. “Tell that to the birthday boy. But don’t worry, I’m the DD tonight. I’ll be stone cold sober. Oh, and I wanted to talk to you about something, but one sec, let me just speak to Tolbert first. Be right back.”