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and felt a tap on my back. I looked over my shoulder. Leslie. Tall, blond, curvy, and flexible . Leslie made last Thursday night beyond good for me.
    “Hey, handsome,” she purred into my ear, and my lonely dick stirred to life.
    Vice number two were girls just like Leslie. Ones that eagerly told me their name and wanted nothing more than to call mine out at night—because of what we did together in bed. That’s all.
    I turned to face her, and she pressed up against me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I rested my hands on her hips. “Hey, yourself.” That was enough small talk for the lovely Leslie as she moved her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in before I had a chance to take control of the kiss. I wasn’t a fan of girls who shoved their tongue in my mouth, but at least Leslie knew what she was doing.
    I pulled away, and she stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. “Don’t be mad, sugar,” I whispered into her ear. “I’ve got a class now, but I could always meet up with you later. Text me.” I bit the lobe of her ear, and she moaned. Loudly.
    I heard a snort—one that sounded oddly indignant—and looked to my side to see who it came from. A redhead was walking up the stairs with her eyebrows raised high on her face. Is that my waitress? Red? And what the fuck was that look for? I opened my mouth to ask her just that, but lovely Leslie took that moment to give her parting farewell by re-inserting her tongue. I kissed her for another minute, and when I looked behind me, Red was gone.
    “Bye, sugar.” I kissed Leslie’s cheek and ran into my class as the professor started her presentation.
    For the life of me I couldn’t concentrate. The subject was a damn television sitcom, and I still couldn’t focus. Red’s condescending look when she saw me with Leslie had my blood boiling. Who the fuck does she think she is? The princess thought she was too good for me. Her daddy probably warned her off football players. Or was she just playing hard to get?
    I couldn’t let it go, and that irritated me further. This was stupid. I could get any girl I wanted on campus. Why did Red’s rejection piss me off?
    As soon as the professor ended class, I grabbed my backpack and charged out the door. I headed straight for the diner. I didn’t know her schedule, but I knew I wouldn’t calm down until she told me why she disliked me without even knowing me.
    Maria’s was empty. A few customers sat with cups of coffee, but I supposed ten fifteen in the morning on a Wednesday wasn’t prime time for meals.
    “Excuse me?” I asked a petite woman with gray hair and tiny wire glasses, who sat on a stool at the hostess stand. “Can you tell me what time the waitress with red hair will be working?”
    The woman’s mouth flattened into a line. She narrowed her eyes and studied me. “What’s her name?”
    Shit. Wasn’t that the question of the week? “I’m not sure.” I held my breath hoping I sounded relaxed when inside I was geared up like a champ.
    “If you don’t know her name, I’m not telling you anything about her.”
    The woman looked back at her newspaper, and I groaned. “Seriously?”
    She snapped her head up and pointed a pencil at my face. “I’ll tell you what’s serious, boy—that girl. She’s as serious as they come. She’s also the best person I know, so I’m warning you right now to back off. If she doesn’t want anything to do with you, then stay the heck away. You are not what that girl needs right now.”
    A knot formed in my stomach at her words. I wasn’t what she needed right now? What did that mean? Who didn’t need to relax and have a little fun? I stared at the woman for a beat and then headed back out the door.
    I left with more questions than answers. I was less pissed but decidedly more determined. I was going to figure out Red and find out exactly what it was that she did need.

 
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
    Grace
     
    CRAP. I WAS late. I couldn’t afford to be late. I