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“Yes, well, for some reason I feel like I’d be letting down the school if I don’t try to help.”
    “I’ll take whatever reason you’ve got.”
    Snow stared up at the handsome face. Was there any way to say no to Riley Prince? “Okay, let’s get started.” He’d been pretty mean when Riley really had saved them. “This honestly is a nice place.”
    Riley’s dimples flashed. “My landlady lives downstairs. She furnished it and everything.”
    “Mrs. Wishus.”
    “Oh, you met her. Wild, isn’t she?”
    “Yes, amazing. You’re lucky. My apartment’s owned by a foundation. Not much personality.”
    Riley gave Snow kind of a long look. “You see that, do you?”
    “See what?”
    “How special she is.”
    “I’m sure anyone would.”
    “Not really.”
    “She invited me to drop by anytime.”
    His eyebrows shot up. “No kidding? Man, she doesn’t warm up to everyone. She really doesn’t suffer fools gladly, as the saying goes. She must get how special you are too.”
    Heart. Stop. For a second, he didn’t breathe at all. Sucked into a vortex of Riley Prince’s dimples.
    Riley clapped his hands, and it effectively woke Snow up. “I’m so excited about this. Never thought I’d look forward to physics. We can work at the table by the window. I love the light there.”
    The guy never seemed to say anything that sounded like a football player or a frat boy. Well, not since the night of the party. “Okay.” Snow hauled the backpack to the table and pulled out a notebook. Riley sat opposite him with the aforementioned light shining off his perfect cheekbones. Sigh. Try to work in this state. Snow took a breath. “Let’s get oriented. What do you know versus what you need to know?”
    Riley sighed. “I know all the proofs and stuff. I’ve memorized laws and theorems until I’m blue. But then I stare those formulas in the face, and they make no sense. It’s like gibberish floating in a sea of confusion.”
    “You’re just not looking at it in the right light.”
    “Clearly, but truth is, I’m not really the brightest bulb in the chandelier.”
    “Who the hell told you that?” Snow’s frown actually hurt, it was so deep.
    Riley shrugged. “Nobody. Everybody.” His breath hissed out in a long arc. “My physics professor. Hell, I think Winston wanted to say it too.”
    “Nonsense. Who’s your professor?”
    “Jenkins.”
    “Why didn’t you ask for Kingsley?”
    “Stupidity. I thought he’d be harder, so I changed my schedule to take Jenkins.”
    Snow crossed his arms. “Jenkins is a pretentious snob who doesn’t know anything about physics you can’t memorize from a book.” He caught his breath. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be so critical.”
    “Where were you when I was wrecking my own life by taking Jenkins?” Riley laughed.
    “The truth is, Professor Jenkins doesn’t like jocks and doesn’t like anyone who’s better looking than he is. That means he’s likely to count you out before you even start. I’ll bet you’re not doing any worse than other people he’s passing, but he’s patting himself on the back for making a football star ineligible.”
    Riley shook his hanging head. “But what can I do about it now? It’s too late in the semester to drop the class. I need it to graduate.”
    Snow patted the notebook in front of him. “Exactly what we planned. You study like crazy, and we’ll blow him away so he has to pass you. I just want you to know that his opinion of your intellect is skewed. You’re very smart.”
    Riley pursed his mouth in a half grin. “How would you know that?”
    “Because anyone who can anticipate my moves in chess has to be brilliant.” Snow flashed his teeth.
    “I don’t know how I do that.”
    “How do you know where to throw the ball so that one of your fast runners can catch it?”
    “We have plays. We practice them.”
    “Do you ever vary from the play?”
    “All the time.”
    “Why?”
    “I see what’s happening on the