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get into the sport because of your dad?”
    “He’s from Colorado, and a huge Avalanche fan. A Ray Bourque signed jersey hangs on our living room wall. I always thought I’d be a D-man like him but I was better at scoring than blocking. I guess you could say I got into it because of him. He ended up in Savannah on a business trip and met my mom. That’s why I’m a charming Southern boy.” He threw a wink at me. He sure was, and more charming by the second.
    “What does he do?”
    “He’s an agent. I signed up for a marketing major to keep myself covered, and Culver has a sports marketing program. If I did end up playing, I’d be smart enough not to buy some of the bullshit people tried to sell me, and if I didn’t, I could maybe be an agent too, or do something in sports marketing. He always told me to make sure I had options.”
    “My dad would think you’re a pretty smart guy. He always told me finance was the best profession to go into because you can work anywhere. He’s the vice president of the Chamberlain Group in New York City, and my aunt is the accounting manager at a flooring company. They both have a masters in accounting.” I took a gulp from my water bottle. I liked finance and anything to do with math, but my determination came from wanting a link with my dad.
    “I better get back. I have a late practice tonight.” Owen rose from his seat and pulled on his backpack.
    “I’ll stay here. Now that we have the room, I may as well finish the rest of my homework. I guess I’ll see you in class on Thursday.” I leaned forward and crossed my arms, resting my elbows on the table. “Can I ask a silly question?”
    Owen’s mouth curved. “You can ask me anything you want.” Owen was a natural flirt, and pretty damn good at it.
    I narrowed my eyes at him as I fought a smile. “What’s with the bandana?”
    Owen clutched his chest in mock horror. “You don’t like it? Here I am thinking I look all bad ass . . .” He let out an exaggerated sigh and I pursed my lips. “Keeps the hair out of my eyes.” He pulled it off and his caramel locks fell in front of his face.
    An unexpected jolt ran through my body. Long hair on a guy never enticed me, but every molecule of my body wanted to jump up and run my fingers through it. I felt the same way the first day of class but this was a real fight to stay in my seat, as if my hands needed to touch him. A fleeting thought of grabbing his hair as I stuck my tongue down his throat made me cross my legs to stifle the sudden ache.
    I cleared my throat and scooted closer to the table. “It’s practical, that’s for sure. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    “Not if I see you first.” He tapped my chin with the tip of his finger and left me with a warm smile.
    Great, now my mind was wandering.

Bella
    “GOD, YOU’D THINK THEY WERE giving something away at the library. Not one seat to be had anywhere. I’m sorry we have to come here instead.” I followed Owen into a just as crowded Bean Shooters. Every single study room and table was taken since it was midterm week. Being somewhere other than the library with Owen was weird, and I couldn’t put my finger on why. Probably because sitting at a table together felt more ‘date’ than study date, even though I knew better.
    “Why are you sorry? I don’t mind coming here.”
    I settled into a seat at the last empty table and Owen dropped his bag next to me. “Anything you want? My treat.”
    His emerald eyes twinkled as he held my gaze. Sometimes, I could swear when he was looking at me, he was looking at me. I had to be losing it, most likely due to sleep deprivation. Advanced finance classes seemed like a good idea at the beginning of the semester, but the effort it took to keep up had me running on pure fumes.
    “Iced coffee, black is perfect. Thank you.”
    Owen snickered at me. “Sure, City.”
    I narrowed my eyes as I unloaded my books from my bag. “And what’s so funny?”
    Still laughing,