tenants.
She sighed. Earlier she'd gone to the gym, but she should've been cleaning. She should've been at work with cabinet orders to get in, and with a couple of jobs ready for installation. Not to mention the laundry spilling out of the bedroom, down the hall, and a pile waited in the bathroom.
Since her doctor's appointment, none of it had matter. Krissy was on a mission. Her biological deadline approached faster than her deadlines for work or her messy house.
Thoughts of her endometriosis triggered more thoughts of Johnny. He needed more persuasion. Dinner preparation could wait. She was missing an opportunity. Krissy grabbed her keys and headed out the door.
If she remembered correctly, Johnny had classes until one. She climbed into her car and headed over to the campus. While she waited at a red light, she flipped open her phone. Unsure of which building he was in, she held the steering wheel with one hand, and text messaged him. Where R U?
He replied in text, In class. Y
She smiled. He didn't get it. I know U R in class. Building? Coffee?
He messaged that he'd meet her by the clock tower. The light changed, and she dropped her phone to the seat. Minutes later, she pulled into visitor parking and lucked out finding a spot. She headed toward the center of campus.
She saw him as she approached. “Johnny,” she called, waving her hand. He turned at the sound of her voice, swung his satchel over his broad shoulder, and walked toward her. She narrowed her eyes. He didn't walk. Rather, he moved with a masculine strut. Cocksure.
The sun glinted off his hair. A gentle breeze lifted a lock from his forehead. She imagined combing through the silken strands with her fingers. But it was his smile that melted her heart. Her stomach flipped and her heart rate took a bounce. She wasn't supposed to tingle to her core with Johnny . She lusted after her best friend. It had to be heatstroke. She put her hand to her forehead.
“What's up? You feeling okay? Are we still on for tonight?”
“Yep. Thought I'd buy you a coffee in the commons and scope for prospects.” She laughed while he groaned.
“Let's go.”
They walked to the Union Center. In addition to the coffee and juice shop, the college boasted a bowling alley and pool tables. Always crowded, it was luck when Johnny spotted an empty table. He tossed his book bag on the table and then joined Krissy at the counter to order.
Once they had their drinks, Krissy crossed to the metal counter. “What's up with Shelby and Ryan?” she asked as she spooned sugar into her coffee.
“I don't know that anything is up.”
“Oh, come on.” She looked around the room for a vacant spot.
Johnny pointed to the table he'd secured in the middle of the room. “Women talk more than men. Ryan hasn't said anything.”
“Men give each other high fives after they score. Shelby has a rockin’ body. Don't tell me he didn't give graphic details.”
“Shelby's hot, but she doesn't have a thing on you.”
“You think I'm hot?” She did a little shimmy. Johnny's eyes glazed over and she rolled hers. “So fess up. Is it serious between them?”
He held the chair for her and then sat. “Don't know.” He blew on his coffee and took a sip. “But I think it's cool if they are. We've all been friends for a long time. That at least two of us ended up together was bound to happen.”
“Yeah, but getting involved with a friend is risky. When the relationship ends, so does the friendship.”
“Or maybe they'll get married and have a bunch of kids.” Johnny leaned back and surveyed the room. “I'm not seeing any hot prospects.”
Krissy glanced over her shoulder. “He wouldn't have to be hot as long as he isn't ugly. Smart more than makes up for looks.”
He paused before taking a sip.
“Why are you staring?” she asked.
He pulled his chair closer to hers and covered her hand with his. “You're taking a big chance sleeping with a stranger. What if whoever he is, has always