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    “I’m sorry to have interrupted,” I say, aware of hot cheeks. I always blush when things get awkward, even if I’m the only one who is filled with tension. “I’ve never roomed with anyone. I guess knocking is essential.”
    Lara giggles, then flashes a smile at her boyfriend. He’s pulled on a shirt—a white dress shirt, which he tucks into faded jeans. Jeans that only look worn and abused, but must have cost several hundred dollars. He draws on a black leather coat that fits him like a glove.
    Her boyfriend is gorgeous. The way she gazes at him, and the hot way he returns he returns her look makes my heart ache for Ryan. I want to be sharing a look with my boyfriend. Or a kiss. Or a bed. But that’s not happening for months .
    Lara’s boyfriend steps forward and in a deep voice with a trace of the Kennedy accent, he introduces himself. “Jonathon Powell.” He shakes hands with my father, then me.
    Jonathon has green eyes, I notice. Thick, thick black lashes. Sculpted cheek bones, a sensual mouth. He’s got strong, handsome features like Ryan, but Ryan has an appealing small town guy look. Jonathon looks like a rich kid—the kind I know from high school. Yet for all he wears confidence as casually and perfectly as his leather jacket, he doesn’t exude the arrogance I’ve seen in wealthy boys, the snotty cruel self-importance that comes from being a rich man’s son in the fishbowl of a small town.
    I suspect I’m going to find myself locked out of my room on a few nights because Jonathon is in it. I’d better prepare for it. I can’t see how Lara will not be making out with this gorgeous dark-haired male every chance she can get. “Do you need any help moving in furniture?” Jonathon asks me. “I can have my driver assist you.”
    His driver ? What college boy has a driver? Strangely I’m unwilling to take his offer. I feel if I took it, I’d be insulting his “driver”. “No. I can manage. I only have a computer desk and a chair.”
    Dad had been looking less than impressed, but at the mention of a chauffeur, he looks at Jonathon in a new way. I know that look on his face—it’s awe. “Powell as in Powell Electronics and Aviation?”
    “Yes, sir,” Jonathon says. “Those companies were built by my grandfather. My father decided to go his own way and started Powell Chemicals, then Powell Pharmaceuticals. Over the last five years, he’s amalgamated all the companies.”
    My father looks impressed. I take it Jonathon comes from a wealthy family. He must be accustomed to that look on Dad’s face. I’m mortified by it.
    I realize we really should leave them alone again. Four people in a dorm room are a serious crowd, for a start. And we interrupted them.
    I move to Lara. I catch a hint of a masculine scent on her—Jonathon’s scent. It’s light but seductive. Ryan smells like spring rain. This scent has an exotic tone, dark and sensual.
    “I’ll go down and get my things,” I say. “Do you want some time before I come back up? I can look around for a while. Or something…”
    Lara shakes her head. “Jonathon has to go, anyway. But thanks,” she says softly. She dazzles me with her smile, and I think we’ve started out okay. I’ve made up for breaking up her kiss with the hot, rich guy.
    Jonathon says goodbye to us. Then he pauses at the door. “I’m throwing a party Saturday night.” He’s looking at me, which makes sense, since Lara must already know. “I’m sending the limo for Lara at eight. Please come, too, Mia. I would love to have you.”
    His voice softens a bit on the last two words. I feel a sudden tension. But his gaze is on Lara now, and I blush again. Really, how could I even have felt there was more to those words? He belongs to Lara and she is beautiful. I don’t have to worry about any unwanted attention.
    He opens the door and for a moment music bursts into the room. Two girls run past shrieking and laughing. One wears shorts and a tube top, the