Focus (The Crescent Chronicles, #2)
head.”
    “ Don’t worry. I
will.”
    I shook my head.
    Levi sat down next to me, putting an
arm around the back of my chair.
    “ So how was your first day
yesterday? Was it all you wanted it to be?”
    I turned to glare at him. “Don’t you
already know? Didn’t your two goons fill you in?”
    “ My goons?” He laughed. I
hated how much I loved that deep sound. “I can’t wait to tell Jared
you called him a goon.”
    “ Like he can do anything
about it.”
    “ True, very true. See, I
knew you liked being my fiancé.”
    “ Why do you keep calling me
that?” I looked over my shoulder, hoping there weren’t too many
people listening.
    “ Would you rather I call
you my mate? Or is it wife you want? I thought fiancé sounded more
normal for a college freshman.”
    “ Because so many college
freshman are engaged?” I tapped my pen, taking out my frustration
on an inanimate object. “Why do you need to call it
anything?”
    “ Do you have a better
explanation for the ring on your finger?”
    “ Please. Girls wear rings
on their left ring finger. I can explain it another way.” I
couldn’t resist another peek at the ring. It was beautiful. If it
weren’t for the fact that it symbolized the end of my life as I
knew it, I might have enjoyed wearing it.
    “ But it’s not just any
ring. It’s my ring, and plenty of people know that. Don’t forget it.” His
expression darkened, his light teasing replaced by something far
more serious.
    “ So you really expect me to
pretend we’re engaged?”
    “ We don’t have to pretend.
Whenever you get tired of that dorm room, there’s plenty of room in
my bed.”
    “ This is temporary, Levi.
Temporary.” I looked down, unable to meet his eye.
    “ I know, years from now
we’ll look back and laugh at the games you played.”
    “ That’s not what I meant,
and you know it.”
    “ Please, Al. I was part of
that kiss.”
    I forced myself to meet his gaze. “And
it was just a kiss.”
    “ It could have been more.”
He leaned over, whispering in my ear, “So much more.”
    “ Cut that out, or I’m
changing seats.”
    “ We can talk about this
more later.”
    “ Later?”
    “ Yeah, there’s an event at
Commander’s tonight you need to be at.”
    “ Commander’s? As in the
restaurant?”
    “ What else would I
mean?”
    “ What kind of event is it?”
I wouldn’t have admitted it, but he had my interest.
    “ A meeting.” I noticed he
didn’t have either a notebook or laptop ready to take
notes.
    “ A meeting? You’re not
going to give me more than that?”
    “ A meeting you need to be
at.” He gave me his usual cocky grin before turning toward the
front of the room just as the professor walked in.
    Class was uneventful, other than the
professor telling us we had to form small groups for some semester
long project.
    “ I think we’ll make a great
group.” Levi took my books before I could stop him.
    “ Please, we are not working
together. And I need my books back.”
    “ I’m just carrying them for
you. You’ll get them back at your dorm.”
    “ But we’re practically
there already.” Like French, Art History was right next to my
dorm.
    “ So, it’s really not a big
deal.”
    “ Fine,” I sighed. It was
impossible to shake him off.
    “ I’ll be over to get you at
seven.”
    “ Hailey and I can just take
a cab.” One of the annoying parts of being a freshman is that we
couldn’t have our cars on campus.
    “ What are you talking
about? Hailey isn’t coming.”
    I grabbed his arm. “Yes, she is. I’m
not going without her.”
    “ Are you serious? Do you
realize how ridiculous that is?”
    “ What’s ridiculous is you
expecting me to go to a meeting with you with zero advance warning.
What if I had plans?” I released his arm, backing away.
    “ Plans? You don’t have
plans.”
    “ It’s a Thursday night.
Everyone goes out on Thursdays. We were going to check out
Margarita Night at Vera Cruz.”
    “ If we get out early,
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