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attracted to, but someone
who definitely wasn’t attracted to her. She wasn’t the hottest girl on campus,
she was just...Reagan.
    Still,
there was some fun in trying to figure it all out, and she could use a fun
distraction after the week she’d had. Biting her lip, she tried to look as
though she were considering the plethora of appetizing selections that had been
laid out, but apparently her act wasn’t good enough for the very hungry diner
who was next in line. Prodding her in the back with a long, bony finger, the
woman glared at her, as only grandmotherly types can, through round glasses
perched low on her nose.
    Taking
the hint, Reagan scooted down the line a few steps, keeping her eyes on the
group the entire time. Finally, a young mother reached down to pick up her
fussing child, and she had her opportunity. The sea of people parted, the table
was in full view, and she had an excellent picture of the guys who had been
sitting behind her.
    There you are , she thought to herself,
and her eyes grew large with curiosity.
    If anything was to be said about that initial staging,
it was that it had been well worth the wait. She was pleasantly surprised to
find that he was not at all unfortunate where looks were concerned, and her
pulse quickened just a little more at the finding. Though he might not be of
the European model caliber, he was definitely attractive in an ordinary sort of
way. She liked that, Reagan decided. Ordinary was comfortable. Ordinary was
safe. Ordinary would work.
    Still, there was something so unique about his
appearance Reagan found it hard to want to pull away. She ran down the list as
her eyes skimmed over him: tanned complexion from an obviously beachy spring
break location, good height, muscular build, hair set in loose waves. But
ultimately she decided that while all those features were fabulous on their own
– and certainly the combination was sure to have more than a few heads
turning – that alone wasn’t quite what had drawn her attention.
    She must have been standing there for a while trying
to figure it out, and had probably lost her discreet edge, she considered.
Maybe he noticed her standing there from the corner of his eye, or maybe he
just sensed someone looking intently at him. Whatever it was attributed to, his
head began to turn. In her direction. Actually, he was looking directly at her.
Their eyes locked. Reagan froze. Not good!
    Spinning around to try to avoid him, she nearly
dropped her plate in the process. She recovered it before it crashed to the
floor, but her cheeks burned red with embarrassment. Seeking refuge behind
another group who was preparing to leave, she used them as a cover to block his
view of her, and followed them until she was close to her own table. Quickly
and quietly, she slipped into her seat, her mind racing wildly with thoughts
and ideas.
    She hadn’t said a word; she couldn’t, so consumed was
she by her frantic experience. Not to mention she was wrestling with the
inspiring realization that had dawned somewhere between the salad bar and
sneaking back into her seat: this guy was not only good-looking, but could
quite possibly be plugged into her inner most thoughts where relationships were
concerned. She’d never thought that was possible; it was like winning the lotto
without realizing you even had the ticket. Reagan felt dazed, like she was
walking around in a dream and would wake up at any minute now. Reaching under
the table, she pinched her leg and jumped a little at the pain. Nope, she
definitely wasn’t dreaming.
    It was no wonder then that Petra thought something had
gone horribly wrong, and was growing restless for detailed information.
    “Well?” She was asking expectantly before Reagan could
even find her words again.
    But Reagan’s eyes grew wide at another possibility. “Do
you think he saw me?”
    Petra glanced quickly behind her friend and shook her
head. “I don’t think so.”
    “He’s not looking at me now?”
    Petra