driving now. I’m hoping I can get there before her but…” He flicked a look at the slow-moving traffic ahead of him. “Just make sure she doesn’t see you, all right?”
“You want us to… hide ?” Christien was skeptical, and rightly so. He was not a prideful man, but he was realistic. He and Derek were simply not the type of men that could easily blend in a crowd.
“Just do what you can. Or wait for me at the corner of her street."
One look at you guys and she’ll know something’s up.”
Christien frowned. “I’ll see if I can round up the guys and let them know what you’ve decided. But I’m not sure about Nick. I’ve been trying to call him for over an hour. He might just go straight to her place the moment he wakes up—”
Derek cursed. “He’s still having late nights over Karla?”
“Wouldn’t you if Jaike did what Karla did to him?”
****
Jaike stared in confusion at the ten-wheeler truck – truck! – parked in front of her dorm building. The driver didn’t speak a word of English, but he did speak Greek, and that alone gave her a bad feeling. What was a Greek-speaking truck driver doing in front of her dorm building? Why was he insisting that he had stuff to move into her place?
“Well? Did you get to speak some sense into him?” Chuck, the resident head, demanded. He looked harassed, apparently having been busy all morning trying to calm down the other students of Blake Hall. They had not appreciated the truck driver’s insistent honking waking them up.
“I’m sorry, Chuck, but I don’t speak Greek, either.” Gnawing on her lip in worry, she asked hopefully, “What about security?”
“You know that this truck wouldn’t have been able to come in here without security clearing it. He’s really meant to come here, but maybe he got the address wrong.” Chuck’s eyes suddenly lit up. “Isn’t that Nick Christakos?”
Nick Christakos?
Jaike whirled around.
Chuck hadn’t lied, she realized with even growing confusion. That was indeed Nick Christakos, one of the so-called BBFs, and everyone knew that Nick Christakos did not wake up any time before noon. So what was one of Derek’s closest friends doing here?
As he continued walking in her direction, Jaike became more and more nervous. Like Derek, Nick exuded a kind of arrogance that only men who were aware of their effect on women – and didn’t give a damn about it – possessed. Black-haired and blue-eyed, Nick Christakos always had women swooning all over him, and the fact that he had a twin only seemed to make him more attractive. It was as if most girls dreamt of having Nick and his twin together in one bed.
Nick’s sleepy blue eyes gleamed in recognition when he looked up and saw Jaike. “Hello there.” His voice was dark and velvety, the sound seductive even without Nick making an effort.
On Jaike, however, it had the opposite effect. The urge to bolt – again – was strong, but she told herself that doing so would make her a coward. And, dammit, she was tired of being a coward.
Cowardice was what had her choosing Angelo Valencia over Derek , she thought painfully, and look at what that got her.
Nick stopped right in front of her.
Jaike forced herself to look up. “H-hi.”
Nick was amazed. He had heard a lot of things about Jaike Hepburn. How couldn’t he when she was all Derek could talk about? Usually, words like “bitchy” and “grumpy” came up – but they were always uttered in an affectionate tone. However, the girl in front of him looked nothing like a grumpy bitch. If anything, she looked like a cornered rabbit – and one that desperately wanted to hop away in terror.
Nick’s lips almost twitched at the thought. Well, that was new. Normally, girls couldn’t get close enough to him. At least this one was sure not to be unfaithful to his friend. Unlike some other women.
The way Nick’s face suddenly darkened made Jaike wonder if she had said or done something