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opposite of what I needed him to be.
    If I didn’t know any better, I could totally imagine myself liking him. He was definitely attractive, with his crystal-blue eyes and short, curly dark hair. And it had been clear I wasn’t the only one who thought so. All the girls in that class hung on his every word—not that they’d had any idea what he’d been talking about. They would have been too focused on listening to the way words rolled off his tongue.
    If I didn’t watch myself, it was going to be an uphill battle keeping my head in the game and not falling for his lines of bullshit. I have to stay clear-minded. It’s the only way this works.
    Refocusing my brain, I try to think about how many of his other students he’s had sex with. How many other lives has he ruined? Surely Karly couldn’t have been the only girl who’d fallen for his charm. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was merely one in a long line of female coeds that got fucked, then fucked over.
    My heart sinks as I begin to doubt myself. Maybe I’m going about this all wrong….Maybe I should ask Dillon for his advice? Talk to the dean about what he’s been doing with his female students?
    No. I have to do this. I have to do it for her. The only way people will believe me over him is if I have evidence. Time to start gathering all the pieces to this puzzle.

Chapter 4
Noah
    When I got home last night, I went right to sleep after giving Shannon her beloved cheesecake that she had no problem eating in the living room while watching a rerun of some fashion television show. Those who can, do…those who can’t, watch?
    During my shower this morning, all my thoughts revolved around Zara. Would it be awkward in class today? Would she bring it up again? Maybe she’d pretend it never happened? I don’t have any idea, but freaking out about it ahead of time seemed like an excellent plan.
    On my way out the door, I briefly kiss Shannon on her cheek while she sleeps the morning away. It’s summer vacation every day for her; up late watching TV and resting well into the afternoon. After scratching the fur behind Gio’s ears, I pull the door closed behind me and relish the slight breeze in the air this morning.
    Usually, the greater Chicago area doesn’t get blustery in the mornings until the end of October, but the feel of fall is upon us and it happens to be my favorite season. A reason to break out the sweaters, but not yet the winter coats, bonfires on the weekends with friends, and the boys of fall taking to the gridiron as the football season gets under way. It’s perfect weather. The only thing terrible about it…pumpkin spice. Everything is laced with this terrible spice, if you can even call it that—candles, coffee drinks, lip balm, snacks…I’m pretty sure you could find pumpkin-spiced condoms if you looked hard enough.
    I park at the edge of the lot, enjoying the longer walk. Northwestern really is a beautiful campus: old brick buildings holding years of history, lush quads with large trees, the smell of the lake in the distance. I am truly lucky to be teaching at such a wonderful university. Sure, the winters are harsh and the summers stifling, but where else in the world could I be that’s more perfect? Pulling my jacket tight around my middle as I walk through the main quad until I reach my building, I pass by a few students on a morning run. The hallways are empty except for the few overachievers and other professors that are gearing up for their first class of the day. Once inside the safe confines of my classroom, I place my messenger bag on the desk and pull out the day’s lesson plans. I write a little on the dry-erase board and pull a few pages to make copies of over in the administration building.
    It takes less time than I expected, and I’m back in my classroom, one hand holding the assignment for the day and the other carrying a steaming cup of coffee I snagged. Across the hallway, the lecture hall begins to fill, alerting me