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attached to the law school, but left the engine
idling. He leaned his head on the headrest. “Saturday and Sunday
were crazy on set. I didn’t have your phone number. I know Troy has
it, but I wanted to get it from you myself. May I have it?”
    “I suppose, since you already know where I
live.” I pulled a pen out of my purse and wrote my number on a
scrap of paper. My hands were shaking and the numbers were jagged,
but still legible. I handed it to him. He smiled and tucked it into
his pocket. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, but made
no move to shut off the engine.
    He slid his right hand off the steering
wheel, resting it on my bare knee. “I can’t stop thinking about
you.” He leaned his head back on the headrest again, still looking
at me. “At any rate, I just wanted to let you know.”
    I smiled, dropping my hand on top of his.
    He seemed satisfied by my response. “Are you
ready to go in?” he asked.
    “Sure,” I said.
    We started the long walk to the entrance. He
leaned close to me as we approached the sidewalk lining the edge of
the campus. “I probably should keep this thought to myself, but you
look ridiculously sexy today. Did you wear that to torture me?”
    I cleared my throat to give my now mushy
brain time to come up with a response. “Yeah, in the off chance you
would show up outside my door without warning.”
    “Don’t do that again,” he spoke in my ear,
his breath stirring the baby hairs on my neck. He paused at the
junction of three sidewalks. One went to the law school, one went
to the parking lot, and one went to the other side of campus. “I
have two questions for you. Can you meet for lunch, and may I take
you out for dinner tonight?”
    “Maybe, if I get all my reading done, and
yes.”
    “Okay. I’ll take what I can get. I’ll be at
our Mexican place at 1:00 if you can make it.” He brushed some
stray hairs gently off my forehead before walking away.
    Hot damn.
    Once I made it to the classroom, I booted up
my computer and pulled out my civil procedure book while I waited
for Bree to arrive.
    Gavyn’s name floated through the room. My
ears perked up.
    Two girls were having a not so quiet
conversation a couple of rows in front of me. “I saw him yesterday,
can you believe it?” a blond I didn’t know said in an extra loud
voice.
    “Oh, my God! I can’t believe you saw Gavyn
Dhaval. Where?” Liza asked. She had a strong, southern accent,
shining black hair, and lots of money, judging by her the $8,000
bag she had one tanned arm draped over. As far as trust fund babies
go, she was pretty darn nice.
    “At the Alamo. They were filming a scene or
something in the courtyard right there in front of everyone.
Course, they had it blocked off so you couldn’t walk up, but you
could stand like twenty feet away.” She brought the back of her
hand to her forehead in a mock swoon. “He is super gorg! I wonder
if he’s single.”
    “I’m sure he would make himself single if he
got a chance to meet you,” Liza said in her sweet way. “I heard he
was in the parking lot this morning with some girl.”
    “Shut up! Who told you?”
    “Dean texted me. Said he saw him on his way
in. Dean parks way out in the boonies because he’s paranoid about
his car getting a scratch.”
    “Oh, wow!”
    Bree slid in next to me and powered up her
laptop. “Phew. Almost late.” She had a sheen of sweat on her
forehead. “I had to hustle in from the parking lot.”
    Professor Tolane was busy locking the doors,
which he did to ensure no latecomers came in. Of course, it counted
as an absence, and he would flunk any student with more than four
absences.
    “What does he care if we are late? He still
earns his one-hundred fifty grand regardless, and we still pay our
$800 a freaking credit hour,” I said.
    “I care because being on time is so very
important in the practice of law,” Professor Tolane said.
    Great. I managed to comment right when he was
passing my desk to return to