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girl?  Maybe that she didn’t fall over with her legs open? Maybe that Kate made reference to her needing sex? But…I felt it before I knew that. Whatever it was, I wasn’t sure I liked it. I needed to leave. I could buy freaking brownies.
    The bedroom door opened and Kate walked into the kitchen.
    “You’re still here?” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck from behind while Cam sprayed the pan with oil. “Ready for round 2?” Kate giggled and retrieved a bottle of water from the fridge. My eyes fell on Cam who was pouring the batter into the pan. She sat the mixing bowl on the table and slid the pan in the oven.
    “You never answered,” Kate said dragging her finger through the batter left in the bottom of the bowl and holding it up to my mouth. I opened my mouth and she slid her finger in coating my mouth with the batter. Regret consumed me as Cam watched us. How did I get myself into this?
    “Kate, get those out in 25 minutes. I need to go by the library, I forgot,” Cam said hurriedly grabbing her purse.
    Kate sighed withdrawing her finger from my mouth.
    “Cam. Come on. Maybe if you pulled your nose out of a book long enough. You could move past this. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
    “Kate!” Cam hissed.
    “Who?” I instinctively growled and clenched my fists.
    Both Kate and Cam shot a look my way as if they’d forgotten I was there.
    I cleared my throat. “No girl should be hurt,” I covered, but the thought of someone hurting this tiny, beautiful creature in front of me made my insides boil.
    “Her brother,” Kate explained. And in that moment, when Cam gasped with a horror stricken look on her face and tears swelled in her eyes, I knew I’d protect her from any other harm. That’s when she slammed the door.
     
     
    After leaving Kate, I drove from one end of campus to the other scouring the parking lot for her and having no a clue what I would say if I found her. Her brother had hurt her?  The only way I could come up with was sexually and I wanted to slam my fist into the windshield just thinking about that happening to her.
    My dad’s words rung through my ears. Protect your girl with your life. That’s when I spotted her leaving Watson library, though she wasn’t my girl…yet. She walked alone down the lit path messing with her cell phone, of course not paying any attention to things around her.
    Three tall guys approached her, two black and one white and my hand rested on the door handle ready to pounce. One must have said her name because she smiled and stopped to chat with them. When the light hit them just right, I realized they were three of the Jayhawk starting basketball players. On her tiptoes she would have maybe come to their ribcages.
    They waved at her and watched her get to her car before they walked away—giving me a whole new respect for them. Now I knew what she drove, a little gray VW Passat. As she drove home, I followed, keeping my distance and my creeper factor to a minimum—at least to my standards.
    As I drove home, I realized that her apartment was the only place I knew to find her. No clue of her classes, of her major, of any way to find her outside of talking to Kate. And well, Kate was a great lay but not who I wanted.  I might just have to endure sex with her again to see Cam…I wasn’t sure of another way.  Endure sex? What the hell was wrong with me??
     
    Four long, slow, torturous days went by. Even though it was out of my way, I drove by Kate’s just to see if I could ‘run into’ Cam. I wanted to text Kate. But the thought of going to see Kate and possibly hurting Cam…if hurt is what it was…I don’t know. What I did know is I couldn’t get her off of my mind.  No part of her. And that had never happened before.
     
    I rarely went out to the bars anymore. But it was game day and if by chance the little rock chalk dancer forced her quiet friend to leave the house, I wanted to be the guy who was there. So Noah and I took off and