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handful of
students each year. How long before you get your bachelor’s?”
    I bit my lip. This early in the semester, I hadn’t
even dreamed of approaching Professor Flood for a recommendation. Most graduate
program students went on to their dream jobs after finishing. “Uh. I need about
fifty more credits. So, a year and a half if I push it.”
    Flood smiled as he pulled into the parking lot of
Fleeger’s General Store. “Well, push it, Laura. You know, we’ve got a full day
planned, but I’d like to talk to you about this a little later. How about at
dinner?”
    My mouth went dry. Flood reached over and rested his
arm across my seat back. He dipped his head and flashed me the smile that made
the front row girls swoon. It made me uncomfortable on every level. He reached
up with his other hand and brushed a hair out of my eyes. His was close enough
for me to feel his breath against my ear.
    “We should get in there,” I said. “It’s almost ten
thirty. You said the Fleegers need to close up for mass. Are you ready,
Professor Flood?”
    He picked a piece of lint off my shoulder. “It’s
Byron. When we’re out here. Just Byron. When we’re on campus, different story.
But, we’ve got a lot of weeks out here in the wilderness to be so formal.”
    “Sure.” I reached for the door and stumbled a little
getting out of the car. Flood’s soft laughter followed me as I walked up the
wooden stairs into the store. My pulse quickened as I reached for the door. My
palms sweated and the air around me seemed to thicken. I reached for the door
with shaky fingers. Flood’s shadow fell over me as he followed me up the
stairs. I didn’t want him to touch me again. The implications of his tone of
voice, his gestures, were unmistakable.
    “Wait up, Laura,” he said, his rich tenor prickling
along my spine. “Let me at least be a gentleman and get the door for you.”
    His put his hand on my back and reached around me
for the door handle. Before he could open it though, the door flew inward.
Flood’s fingers flexed where he held them to my back and I looked up to face a
mountain.
    “She looks capable of handling doorknobs all by
herself.” The mountain had a voice. A deep, rich, baritone. My eyes started at
his chest. He wore a black t-shirt stretched taut over hard muscles. I followed
those muscles up until I met his eyes as they flashed gold fire. Hair black as
midnight long enough to just graze his shoulders. High, strong cheekbones over
rough, dark stubble. Perfect, pale, full lips set into a hard line as he stared
down Byron Flood over my shoulder. He filled the doorway with his broad
shoulders, muscled thighs thick as tree trunks wrapped in denim. Worn, black
motorcycle boots that looked solid enough to kick through a wall.
    He had a fresh cut above his left eye. It made a
jagged line like a lightning bolt through the dark, thatch of his brow.
Instinct or insanity made me reach up and hover my finger over the wound. He
flinched, drew back. My fingers froze in midair for just a moment before I
dropped my hand to my side.
    “That’s a nasty cut,” I said. “You should ice that.”
    He gave me a half smile that sent heat zinging
through me. Shit. I was acting just like one of Flood’s front row girls. One
muscle-bound biker type gives me a wink and I go all gushy inside.
    “Thanks for the tip,” he said. His eyes went back to
Flood and he took a step back to let me in through the door. When Flood tried
to follow, he puffed his chest out and a did a little man-spreading that made
Flood brush against his shoulder as he passed.
    “You hassling my customers Mr. Devane?” A high
pitched male voice came from the back of the store.
    Mr. Devane. It didn’t suit him. He should be Mr.
Tank. Mr. Rock. Devane sounded civilized. Refined. This man seemed wild and raw
like he belonged to the woods around us.
    “You tell me. You feeling hassled?” Devane looked at
me, his eyes seared straight through me then he flicked