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window, absently watching her climb into Brad’s car.
    My mind is back in philosophy class. I admit it. But hey, he was... you know... kinda cute. What girl wouldn’t fantasize about that face a little?
    As Brad’s car drives away, Jack’s truck pulls up. He and Sam are heading to the school’s bookstore for their textbooks. No minute like the last minute.
    “I’m off too,” Ashley says, tossing her finished braid over her shoulder and hopping off the couch. “I want to grab a practice room before they’re all full.”
    Ashley’s a killer pianist and, as far as I can tell, the star of Hartman’s music department. This is something she vigorously denies any time we bring it up. I have no idea why.
    When we got this new apartment, I seriously considered buying a piano for her but I knew that’d be crossing a line. They wouldn’t even let me chip in extra on the rent so we could have a four bedroom instead of three. I thought it’d be nice if everyone had their own room, but Ashley and Chloe don’t mind sharing the master.
    “We’ve been roommates for three years,” Ashley had said. “No reason to change things now.”
    “Plus,” Chloe added, “we get the master bath and that yummy, yummy jetted tub.”
    “Hey Jack,” Ashley says now, accepting a kiss on the cheek from him as he comes in. “Bye Jack.”
    He shuts the door behind her and scans the living room with a grin. His eyes land on me. “Hey Bella Babe. Where’s Sam?”
    “’Bout time you got your sorry ass here,” Sam says, coming down the hall. “They close in fifteen minutes.”
    “Plenty of time,” he says, grinning. “We should be quick, though. I’m taking Missy to the club tonight.”
    “I thought you were taking Katrina,” I say.
    “She had to cancel, but to make up for it she’s taking me to dinner at The Iron House tomorrow night.”
    “Score,” Sam says, approving.
    I don’t know how Jack keeps all his women straight, but he seems to manage somehow.
    Sam grabs her purse from the side table and they head for the door.
    “Oh!” I say dumping my book off my lap and jumping off the couch. I run for my purse. “Will you pick up whatever it is I need for Intro to Philosophy?”
    “Just come with us,” Sam says.
    “Please, please, please,” I say, bringing over some cash.
    Sam gives me a look.
    “Jack?” I say, holding out the money, tilting my head, and giving him my best puppy-dog eyes.
    He takes the money and I give him a kiss on the cheek.
    “If you spoil the children, they’ll be impossible to live with,” Sam tells him as they head down the walkway.
    “I love you!” I call.
    Without turning around, they both raise their hands in a wave.
    Before I return to the couch, my phone dings again.
    Leo: Bella?
    I forgot he’d asked to see me tonight.
    Me: Tomorrow?
    It takes him a couple minutes to respond. 2pm? Coffee at Java Hut?
    It’s the perfect place for a break up. I sigh. I guess we may as well get it over with.
    Me: Okay .
    I return to my studying, or try to anyway. My mind’s all over the place. I decide I need to burn off some pent up energy. I abandon my book in the living room, change into my suit, and head for the school’s lap pool.
     

     
    While swimming laps is a near-daily workout for me, tonight it has the extra bonus of clearing my head. I most often swim in the mornings, but what I like about late-night swims is the solitude. The pool is rarely occupied at this hour.
    I finish my final cool down lap with a long, underwater stretch. Breaking the surface, I tilt my head back and run my hands over my hair to smooth out the water. Opening my eyes, who should I see walking through the door but Professor Brooks himself?
    He’s not in a blazer and soft slacks this time. Oh no. He’s in swim trunks and a t-shirt that just hints at some serious muscle underneath. Even from this distance I can tell his arms are hard and sinewy. A towel is slung casually over one broad shoulder.
    So much for