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driven by it hundreds of times. We parked in a parking lot the size of three football fields and climbed a massive set of stairs. The sun was already warm, the thin marine layer not quite reaching the streets of Clairemont.
    Tana put her hands on her knees when we reached the top, huffing and puffing. “Well, I know one thing.”
    I bent over, too. “What?”
    “ You'll have an ass made of steel if you have to climb those stairs every day.”
    I was working too hard to catch my breath to laugh. I made a mental note to pick up a map and find a better place to park.
    We walked aimlessly across the campus and I actually liked what I saw. White stucco buildings with archways. Lots of grassy areas. Plenty of trees. It looked like a college, just on a smaller scale. I could envision myself going to class there every day. Especially if Annika wouldn't be lurking around every corner.
    A long line of people about my age snaked out of a large building near the center of campus.
    “Gee,” Tana said. “I wonder if that's the registration line.” I could hear the resignation in her voice. The last thing she wanted to do was waste a day waiting in line when we could be at the beach.
    “ Chill,” I told her. “You don't have anywhere you need to be.”
    “ No, but I need a bathroom,” she said, her eyes scanning the building. “I'll find you in line.”
    I headed for the back of the line and she took off in the other direction, clutching her canvas bag to her side.
    I peered around the back of the line and guessed there were maybe a hundred people in front of me. I couldn't tell how many were in the building or where the line went from there. I allowed a sigh to escape. This was going to eat in to a big chunk of our day.
    “ This is for registration, right?” I asked out loud.
    The two guys in front of me turned around. The shorter one, dressed in a blue T-shirt, gray canvas shorts and flips, just stared at me blankly.
    The taller one wore a black T-shirt stretched tight across his massive chest and long board shorts down to his knees. He raised an eyebrow at me. “No. They're giving out free hot dogs.”
    “ Seriously?”
    The shorter one snorted.
    “Uh, no,” the tall one said. “And you're gonna need to be a little sharper than that if you're gonna get through college, sweetheart.”
    I looked up at him. Thick black hair, all waves and curls. Icy blue eyes. A crooked, condescending smile. Carved out cheekbones. Dimple in his chin. Arms like tree trunks. Skin the color of caramel. A barb wire tattoo encircling his massive left bicep.
    I was too taken in by his good looks to come up with a snarky comeback.
    When I didn't say anything, he shrugged and turned around. His back was like a giant stone wall.
    Tana found me in line. “Much better.”
    I nodded, still trying to find words.
    “What's wrong?” Tana asked.
    “ She's disappointed about the hot dogs,” the guy said over his shoulder and his pal chuckled.
    I felt my cheeks redden. “You don't need to be an ass,” I shot back.
    Tana looked at me, then him, then back at me, completely confused.
    “ It's the way God made me, honey,” he said over his shoulder again.
    I rolled my eyes and looked at Tana. “I knew this place would be filled with Neanderthals.”
    The shorter one shot me a dirty look.
    “ Uh, okay,” Tana said, still confused. She widened her eyes at me and raised her eyebrows and I knew what she was silently asking: What the hell is going on?
    “ I knew you were one of those,” the tall one said.
    “ One of what?” I asked.
    He turned around and took a step toward me, hovering over me, a mocking smile spreading across his face. “One of those chicks who thinks she's too good to go to school here. Knew it as soon as you walked up, looking down your nose at everybody in line.”
    “I did not,” I said, frowning at him.
    “ Sure you did,” he said. His blue eyes locked on to mine and I shivered involuntarily. “You were pissed there was