Halfway up the hill, I stopped and turned as my heart did the same thing it did every time I heard his voice. It didn’t matter that I’d just spent a good two hours with him, or the fact that my less than perfect past had just exploded all over our lunch table. I was hopeless.
There was a slight smile on his face as he came to me. Gently taking my arm, he steered me off the sidewalk, out of the path of the moving crowd. Coming to stand under a tree, I tightened my grip on my bag.
“You ran off quickly,” he said. “I didn’t get a chance to ask you something.”
He was still holding my arm, his hand warm and strong against my skin. “What?”
Jase looked at me as if Jacob had never said anything, and like I hadn’t just run off with my tail between my legs. Instead, he smiled as he slid his hand down my arm, circling his long fingers around my wrist.
Dear God in heaven, if Cam stepped outside right now and saw this . . .
“What are you doing after class tomorrow?” he asked.
My eyes widened and holy moly, it was like a million run-on sentences invaded my brain all at once. Was he? Did he? Is he? I had to literally stop and force my head to work right. “Um . . . I get out of class at one, but I don’t have anything planned.”
“Good.”
I waited for more of an explanation, but there wasn’t one. “Good?”
“Yep.” He stepped in, so close his shoes brushed my toes. “Because you have plans now.”
Six
Calla stood in the doorway, holding a Twizzler. “So you have no idea what you’re doing today?”
“No.” I tugged on the hem of my tank top. “All Jase said was to dress to be outside. This is good enough, right?”
Her gaze swept over my jeans and sneakers. “It’s still a little warm outside, buddy. Might want to rethink the jeans.”
I gazed longingly at the tiny closet and the pair of lonely shorts that resided in there, but I really didn’t want to spend whatever we were doing worrying about him staring at my scar. Not that I should care about that, but I obviously did. And it wasn’t that warm, not like it had been a month ago. “I’ll keep the jeans.”
She studied me as she twisted the edge of her ponytail between her fingers. “It’s not that noticeable, you know. Just saying. Anyway,” she went on before I could say a word, “where’s Debbie?”
I glanced at the empty, unslept-in bed. “I don’t know.” I hadn’t seen her since sometime yesterday, and she’d only been in the room for seconds before rushing off.
“And your suitemates?”
“Good question.” I dragged my gaze from the bed. “I have yet to see them.”
“Weird,” she whispered, turning around. She crept toward their door. “I want to knock.”
“Don’t!”
“But—”
My phone chirped and my heart jumped. Snatching it off the bed, I quickly read the message. “He’s outside waiting for me.”
Calla grinned. “Oh! Let’s go then.”
Grabbing my purse, I dropped my phone in it after sending him a quick message. We headed out of the suite and past the open doors to rooms where people obviously had normal suitemates.
“So this is a date?” Calla asked as she went for the elevator, forcing me away from the stairs. “Right?”
“No.”
She arched a brow at me as the doors slid shut. “I think he likes you.”
For a moment, I entertained the thought that this might be a date and that he might like me. I’m happy that you did. A giggle bubbled its way up my chest. Okay, thinking this was a date was not a good thing. I shook my head. “I’ve told you. I’ve known him for a while. He’s best friends with—”
“Cam,” she interrupted. “I know. But he’s not with Cam. He’s with you. And I doubt he’s taking you out on this little outing because of your brother.”
I opened my mouth, but having not considered that he could be doing this because of his friendship with my brother, I snapped my jaw tight. What if that was the reason? I placed a hand against my belly. I didn’t want his pity or whatever. Worse yet, what if he was doing this because he thought of me as a sister?
Well, I could probably rule out the sister thing.
“Ah, the look on your face is kind of scary.”
I worked at relaxing my expression.
She laughed as the elevator stopped and the doors eased open. “Better.”
“Really?” When she nodded, I smoothed my hands through my hair and then dropped my arms as we stepped out. The lobby was crowded. Half of the people were sprawled across the couches and chairs. I stopped at the door, spying his Jeep idling in the no parking zone.
“Can I tell you something?” she asked as we stepped outside.
My heart was already pounding. “Sure.”
A slow grin stretched across her pretty face, diminishing the faint line of the scar. “I just have to say this, okay? That boy . . .”
“What?” I asked, stopping a few feet from the Jeep. Calla was from this area. She was younger than Jase, like me, but she might know things I didn’t. Not that it mattered. It couldn’t matter. We were friends.
And I was beginning to sound like a broken record.