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logic. Nothing could be further from the truth. Riley understands that innately. He just has to be taught from a field he understands.”
    “Can you do it?” The coach sounded so hopeful.
    “Maybe. Probably.”
    “Oh man, if you can do that, I’ll send the whole cheerleading squad to root you on at your big game.”
    Snow stared at the floor. “That won’t be necessary.”
    “I guess I didn’t ask the right question. Will you do it?”
    Slowly, Snow nodded. “When would you like to begin?”
    “Riley’s professor has given him two weeks to get his scores up or he’ll declare him ineligible. That would throw him out of the final regular-season game that decides the standings in the championships. Without Riley, we’re toast. Start this minute, as far as I’m concerned.”
    Snow looked around as if Riley might appear out of a bush. “Where is he?”
    “He’s in class, and then he has practice. Any chance you could meet him at his apartment after that?”
    Snow swallowed. “Okay.”
    “Oh man, I don’t know how to thank you. Here.” He handed Snow a sheet of lined paper with an address on it. “This is where the kid lives. Six p.m., okay?”
    “He doesn’t live at the fraternity house?” That was a blessing, anyway.
    “No. He likes it off campus. I’m really relieved. If anybody can bail him out of this mess, it’s gotta be you.”
    “No guarantees. You understand that? And I don’t have much time, so if my theory doesn’t prove true, I can’t keep going. Professor Kingsley’s going to be upset as it is.”
    “I’ll talk to him.”
    “Riley just may not have a brain for physics.”
    “I can’t believe that. He’s smart. Honest.”
    Snow nodded and looked at the address. Riley might be smart, but Snow was dumb as dog shit.

CHAPTER 4
     
     
    “SNOWDEN, WHY are you doing this? We need to practice. Study. When I told Coach McMasters I could help him, I certainly never meant for you to volunteer.”
    Snow packed another notebook into his backpack. “I think I can help him. Maybe no one else can. Winston already tried.”
    “Please. Physics is physics.”
    Snow shrugged and kept packing.
    “Maybe you have a crush on this big jock?”
    Snow snapped his head up to find the professor smiling fondly at him. Snow shook his head. “It’s for the good of the school.”
    “Of course—”
    “Who has a crush on whom?” The silky, husky voice wormed its way up Snow’s spine. He tensed all over.
    The professor laughed, but at least he said, “Nothing. Just teasing Snow. How are you, my dear?”
    Snow kept staring at his backpack.
    “Lovely, darling. But I’m so happy to have arrived in time to meet Snowden.”
    The professor tapped Snow’s shoulder. “I forget you haven’t met Snow yet. Snow, come, meet Anitra.”
    Snow looked up slowly, then looked back down.
    Are you afraid she’ll turn you to stone?
    Maybe.
    He stood in front of her but couldn’t quite meet her eyes.
    She reached out a slender hand with pale pink nails and grasped his chin. “Aren’t you adorably shy?” She tipped his face up until his eyes were on a level with hers, but still he looked down. “Whoever heard of a shy chess master? But there’s no need to be so with me, is there?” She squeezed slightly until his eyes flipped up, met hers, and held. A tremor started at his tailbone and wriggled its way up until he had to control the shiver. She smiled, showing perfect white teeth that gleamed against her smooth skin. “After all, I’m on your side.”
    He wanted to rip his chin away. He wanted to run. Everything inside him turned to cosmic mush, and he did neither of those things.
    “My God, Harold, you never told me your protégé was so pretty.”
    The professor smiled. “Surely you’ve seen pictures of Snow.”
    “They barely do him justice. That skin. Those lashes. Women would kill for them.”
    She still held his chin like she was examining a cow. He didn’t want to be rude, but damn. “Excuse me.”