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frozen air outside, and continue to his deep blue eyes. I lock my gaze with his. So far, the laws of attraction seem pretty unfair. I mean, my body refuses to acknowledge anything my brain is saying.
    I sit back in my chair and turn toward him . “Are you stalking me, or are you secretly a superhero who feels the need to continually come to my aid?”
    “Super Dean at your service.” He pretends to rip open his shirt like Superman.
    I roll my eyes and try to hold in the small smile creeping over my face . “No one else at Lakeview U needs physics help except me? ” I look around the desolate room.
    “Next to Organic Chem it’s the busiest session.” He pulls out a book and notebook from his backpack. “Dr. Jenners stopped me in the hall, told me he sent Brooke Powers to a session. Too bad he had an old flyer, Physics tutoring moved to Wednesday.” He grabs an ink pen and slides it behind his ear. “What kind of wingman would I be if I left you hanging here all by yourself?”
    “Your wingman duties are very diverse.” I look down at my notes from yesterday’s class.
    He turns my chin toward him and crinkles his forehead. “Expecting someone else?”
    A flash of heat travels from my head to the tips of my toes from his touch. I breathe deep and look into his eyes. “Didn’t know you were a science nerd too.”
    He drops his hand and turns the pages of his physics book to the laws of movement. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” He raises an eyebrow.
    “Ditto.” I smirk and turn to a clean sheet of paper.
    “Can’t wait to be enlightened.” He winks and pulls the physics book closer to us. “How does a business/marketing major end up in a physics class?”
    I grimace. “Diversity credit requirement. Nothing else would fit in my schedule.” I click open my ink pen. “How about you?”
    He reaches behind his ear and slides his pen, letting the bottom edge brush against his cheek. It slides over his lips as he brings it down to the paper. “Lots of physics in Civil Engineering, plus it helps with my game.”
    I crinkle my forehead. “Really? Girls think physics is hot?”
    He flashes a sexy half grin. “Baseball.” He nibbles on the cap of his pen. “The force of the swing sends the ball in whichever direction the trajectory indicates. It’s all about acceleration and velocity.” He turns toward me. “Plus, some girls think it’s sexy.”
    I roll my eyes. “Whatever. Here’s the deal. I’ve got to get a 3.5 to keep my scholarship. So far, I’m at a 72. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to help me get a 90% or above on my next test.”
    “I’m always up for a challenge.” He leans in so close the faint scent of his musky cologne fills the space between us.
    Tingles shoot through my body. Great, I was hoping for someone with a bow tie and glasses as thick as Coke bottles to tutor me. Whoever made the physical stereotype for a physicist clearly hasn’t met Dr. Jenners or Dean.
    “Let’s make this interesting.” Dean taps his pen against his lip slightly nibbling on the end.
    My eyes follow the path of the plastic lid, sliding along the crease in his lip. “That would be a miracle.”
    “One of my job requirements.” He raises his eyebrow. “If you get a 90 or higher on this test, we go out to celebrate.”
    “Sounds like a bribe.” I tip my chin and raise my eyes.
    “A wager. Plus I can put my wingman abilities to use. Since you won’t party at the frat house.”
    This whole wingman thing is getting ridiculous. All talk no action. Does he really need me to get him the dirt on the girls on campus or is this a ploy for something else? “How does this wingman thing work again? It seems kinda one-sided.” I tap my fingernails on the table.
    He lowers his eyebrows and flashes a half smile. “What’s the scoop on Tanya Layton?”
    Other than the fact that she hasn’t spent a night in her dorm room alone since she enrolled at Lakeview U and the rumors that