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‘rents moved? That’s right, act all coy and shit, baby girl, but yes, I’ve seen this same glow in your eyes before. Deny it all you want, but someone got to you tonight.” He reaches across the console and pats my hand. “You know where to find me when you’re ready to tell me who sparked your interest. And please make it fast, because he’s got to be awful intriguing to interest you, Miss I-don’t-believe-in-love.”
    Fighting the urge to tell him it’s his new roommate who lit a flame in me I didn’t even know existed, I bite the inside of my cheek in a dire attempt to keep my mouth shut. Okay, who am I kidding? I can’t – scratch that – won’t ever keep anything from him. We made a pact. Here goes nothing. “Okay, you win, but don’t make a big deal about it. Because trust me, it doesn’t mean anything. You know I don’t date, don’t wanna date, and I don’t foresee me changing my mind anytime soon, okay?”
    He doesn’t say anything. I count to five, but before I can open my mouth to say his name, Dusty whispers, “Colby.”
    Nodding shamelessly, I wonder how he knew.
    “You forget I know you like the back of my hand, sista. Now let’s get some dinner. This should be an interesting rest of the summer, don’t you think?”
    I don’t have to answer out loud. We both know it’s going to be an interesting two months until our sophomore year starts.
    I put the car in park and give myself a mental pep talk to open the driver’s side door. Colby pulls in a few seconds later with a smile on his face. I knew it the moment our eyes locked, and he listened as I sang. Not just to my voice, but to my soul. Colby Grant is going to be hard to keep at a distance, especially as he walks towards me, his pearly white teeth glistening in the moonlight and his perfect brown hair – hair that begs to be tousled. Oh shit, not again. He isn’t worth it. He isn’t worth it. He is not worth being stuck in this town. No man is worth that. Holding on to my dream of blowing this popsicle stand one day, I turn and walk towards the restaurant leaving Dusty and Colby in my wake.

 
     
     
    DINNER WAS AWKWARD, to put it mildly, and it wasn’t the third wheel status that hung around my neck like a dog tag that made me feel like an outcast. It was Hensley and her standoffish behavior. I don’t know what it is about her, but she seems a tad bit unsociable. I’m new in town; you’d think she would be warm and welcoming. At least that’s how it is in Texas. But nope, she is as cold as they come. Dusty is pretty cool though and made sure to include me in their conversation.
    She, on the other hand, put a damper on the night. I sensed that she didn’t want me there and she made that crystal clear by ignoring me the entire dinner. The only time we exchanged any sort of communication was when I asked her to pass me the salt for my napkin. I hate when my drink gets stuck to it, so I sprinkle a little salt on it. A few baskets of chips and a quesadilla later, we piled back in our vehicles to go home. I offered to drive Dusty so Hensley didn’t have to waste her gas, and almost immediately I regretted it. Both of their necks snapped around to look at me, both faces wearing a blank expression.
    “No, bro, I’m good riding with Hensley,” he paused and looked a little nervous about finishing his sentence. “She’s, umm…well, you’ll see her around the apartment a lot. She’s sort of like my built-in roommate except she doesn’t actually pay any rent. Got any problems with that?”
    I almost felt like it was a test. I guess I passed because as soon as I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head, he patted the hood of my truck and left me standing, staring at the back of his head as he opened the passenger side door and climbed into her car.
    The apartment complex was only a few minutes from the restaurant, which was about thirty minutes outside of Nashville. The town is small, but that is nothing new compared to my