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the impression that he
even looked apologetic, not that that would make everything okay. I didn't say
anything, but eyed him for a moment before I looked away, glancing down the
hallway. If he could pretend disinterest in me, I could certainly return the
favor. To my surprise, I saw Greg emerge from a classroom several doors down.
He paused, glanced up and down the hallway, and then recognized me. His face
lit up immediately and he sent me a beaming smile and began to walk toward us.
Beside me, I sensed Luke stiffening. Good. Served him right. He didn't own me.
    I sent a smile in Greg's direction, and in a matter of
moments he stood in front of me. He glanced between me and Luke. "Hi
Greg," I said, all smiles and friendly. "This is Luke. I turned to
Luke, giving him a hard stare. "Luke, this is Greg Sanderson. He's on the
rugby team."
    Luke shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded
grudgingly at Greg. "You played a good game last night," he said.
    "Thanks," Greg said.
    Greg's face was open and friendly while Luke appeared
sullen. I smiled again just as Greg looked down at me. I hadn't realized he was
so tall, but then again when we had met last night, I had been sitting down.
Now I realized that I actually had to look upward and that the top of my head
barely reached his chin.
    "How about I pick you up tomorrow night at six
o'clock?" he said. "There's a neat restaurant I know this serves the
best rack of ribs this side of Texas."
    "Oh?" I asked. "Is that where you're
from? Texas?”
    He nodded. "You?"
    "Montana," I replied. He smiled down at me,
and then suddenly looked between me and Luke.
    "Oh, I'm sorry, was I interrupting
something?"
    I shook my head. "Not at all, Greg," I said,
smiling inwardly. I could tell that beside me, Luke was stunned. Now the shoe
was on the other foot, wasn't it? I glanced at Luke, frowned at him, and then
turned back to Greg. "I haven't had ribs since I returned to Boston just
before school started. I'm anxious to see if you know your ribs," I
grinned.
    Greg laughed, while Luke stood silent and sullen
beside me. Suddenly, he muttered something under his breath and strode off.
    "I hope I didn't interrupt-"
    "Not at all," I assured him. "We're
just acquaintances, and he was asking me a question about class."
    Greg nodded, his gaze searching my face, and I realized
he was quite handsome in his own right. He also smelled good. I still didn't
see any tattoos and resisted the urge to ask him if he had any. Finally, he
glanced down at his wristwatch – one of those large monstrosities that had a
compass and everything else on it. A worn leather band held it in place. Very
manly.
    "Well, I guess I'd better be going, my next class
is nearly on the other side of campus."
    "I'm glad I bumped into you," I said.
"I'll be looking forward to our date tomorrow night. Call me tomorrow
afternoon I'll give you directions to the house where I live with my sorority
friends."
    He nodded, acted as if he wanted to kiss me or
something, but then offered a slight wave of his hand, turned around, and
walked away. I smiled. He wasn't as bold as Luke, but he had manners. I turned
to look in the direction Luke had disappeared and saw him standing at the far
side of the quad, watching me. Well, if he wanted me, he would have to come
after me. I certainly wasn't going to be chasing after him. I had already
learned my lesson.

 

Chapter 8
    It was Saturday evening and Greg was due to pick me up
any moment. We had spoken earlier today and he told me he was taking me out to
a nice restaurant. For the occasion, I wore a simple pencil skirt and silk blouse.
Flats and a clutch bag completed my ensemble. Greg was the epitome of courtesy,
but I still couldn't quit comparing him and Luke. In fact, I couldn't keep
myself from thinking about Luke constantly. The other girls had dates for the
evening as well, nothing special, and no repeats for them, but they were the
epitome of excitement and anticipation, while I on the other hand was